if your guts are a clenched fist
if your veins are tired of holding breath
light five candles in Black Doris plum-red
the moon’s authority is purely symbolic
brew ginger and parsley tea in a goblet
boil a Diva Cup to offer the goddess
now masturbate within the circle
take to your cervix with a rose agate dildo
and scream to the triple moon: “I will bleed without dying!”
if like a cat she still won’t come when called, coax her:
wear your most-prized and light-coloured underwear
blood should then follow
like a late bus gushing sticky round a corner
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