Poem of the Day

he's the night
chasing rabbits,
a pot of dust
under the asphalt sky
cracked the stars.
'colored boy from Houston makes good.'
standing straight as a razor
he cuts my vagina open
stretches it like bleeding lights thru dark air
his rabbit teeth drag my tongue
over sabers hidden in salt,
from the slit tip
red roses drip
screaming: daddy don't.

- from Rabbit Man, Sapphire