Consent

I say no
to the stories that tattoo their patterns
in cold copper wiring
under our skins.

To the terrified
would-be-angels,
to lightning brushing copper,
I say yes.

Love is the law,
chant the man and his dinner,
love under will
and I say no.

No is the law
and the only law
is no.

 

 

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