Aposematism
A bitch with whom you do not fuck
I have neither poison nor venom
And fight or flight becomes false dichotomy
When your choice is always the same.
I’ll wrap myself in Batesian mimicry —
See these spikes, see these stitches,
See these trappings of a bitch
With whom you do not fuck?
I want to fake it till I make it.
I want to make affectation true.
I want to wear my outside in.
body of stone is out of print from The Blasted Tree Store
Featured by The Blasted Tree: October 26, 2021
Helen Robertson
Contributing Author
body of stone by Helen Robertson is a Blasted Tree original collection of poetry.
ISBN [Digital]: 978-1-987906-76-9
Cover Design by Kyle Flemmer