i can eat glass
it does not hurt me
but when you murmur
in your sleep
it's as if you've crushed me.

i can bend iron
with my bare hands
but i cannot look upon
your other relations
with a cool postmodern eye.
i become petulant and vomity
and cry for my mother.

i hold the power
of the world
in that delta
between my legs
but i can't keep you
at home.