Femmechanica

: a science that deals with forces and their effect on bodies

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And    was it wrong     to loathe
the almost dead     thing of my body?
The sex still     dormant within
that keeps me looking     hideously alive.

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Twitchy limbs     like dung beetles,
I am all     mechanical and     exoskeleton.
Tonight, I am     confusing
this intercourse with     assassination. Mortally
conductive,     all the same. My bleeding     is still

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bleeding no matter     how you get to it.
Bleeding is still     the metalloid
Messiah     of my every mouth     reciting
and reproducing     a history of preparation,
a foolish     and hardly promising theory     of rescue.

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Tell me a different history.

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One free of this     indole.     My science suggests that
girls who look     almost
alive     have long survived     the practice of kneeling.
What kind of good human-     girl would I be if not milking
my veins     for the womb     of another
domestic creature,     acting     as the droid of mommy
and calling     it playing God.

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