Oct 28, 2014
Nympho
Written by Rachel Mennies
Read by Sophie Klahr
Don’t, you wicked one.
I ache all over
running from you.
I learned the spell
against your longing
as a child—all women do:
I learned to want
the permanent man, not some
blond god passing through,
to feel the gut-punch of shame
against the lust, because it’s what
good women do,
go plant that shame
in the forest. Let the sunlight
rocket through.