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Rachelle Taylor is a queer feminist bookworm, comic book geek, and horror movie addict. A native of the Appalachian region of Virginia, she holds an MA in English from Radford University, where became a little too obsessed with the work of Flannery O'Connor. Her poetry has previously appeared in The Blotter, Neon, Gertrude, and Gloom Cupboard.

Rachelle Taylor

Animal Instinct

 

My lover has become fascinated by

my menstrual cycle

I think because I’m the first woman to

not hide it from him

 

I see no reason to hide it

it’s the only rhythm

I’ve ever known

and I rather like its monthly color

 

for him it is a carnal event

he presses his face in

trying to detect a change

in my scent when I ovulate

he slides his fingers against

the flesh that swells and drips wet

as a microscopic egg passes

through my uterus

he speaks to the egg throughout its journey

he cradles my ass with his hands as he

rests his head against my pubis

a surprisingly tender gesture

 

I meanwhile regress

millennia of evolution

I become my prehistoric sister

the hairy bipedal creature who

knew only food and hormones

I crave his teeth on my neck

his hands

pushing open  

I lie on the bed  

lift my haunches

wordless

I have forgotten how to speak English

as well as the Spanish preterit prefixes

I expose my red wetness

plump stained lips

I claw the sheets

and press his cock to my forehead so that

I will smell like his mate

I open to him

I growl

“I am in heat.”



Though I am a feminist

 

Though I am a feminist

and so is your mother

sometimes

I want it rough

so much rougher

than my academic specialties would allow

sometimes

I want to be tied

or even gagged

blindfolded

or called names

you would never say in public

sometimes I want to pretend

to be afraid

as you remove

and exhilarate

 

sometimes

my dear

I want you to make me bleed. 



Words that begin with L

 

At twenty-four I finally

gave it up to an Englishman

who buried

himself deeper than I had ever

been opened before  

he says

I bit my lip when he drove in

all the way to the hot root

but I only remember the parting

of each lip

each lobe

each limb

 

each lung as I

gasped and forgot

that I’d forgotten to hang

the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door

 

 inside me he

 pulsed

I, girlish,

wanted to tell my Englishman

another word beginning with ‘L’ but what

came out was mmmm

and

keep going

it hurts but not too much

no not nearly as bad

it feels kind of

yes

do not disturb

 

when the blood came out later

he dipped his fingers into it  

cleaned it from my thighs

and reminded me that we could see

the Empire State Building

right outside our window.

"These are awesome!" Angela Felsted, Virginia (3/20/2011)