Sevenfold Words

(For midnight.

For breath.

For speaking aloud.)

Shit.

Say it once.

Let it fall heavy.

Let it thud against the floor of the mouth.

Shit is the beginning.

Matter. Refuse. Truth.

The body admitting it lives.

The holy evidence that nothing divine exists

without mess.

Say it again.

Slower.

Shit.

Piss.

Piss is motion.

Piss is heat made visible.

Piss is the body refusing stillness,

refusing containment.

Say it like a stream.

Say it like laughter.

Piss, piss, piss,

golden insistence,

marking the present moment as yours.

Fuck.

Now stop.

Now breathe.

Fuck is not a word.

Fuck is gravity.

Fuck is the moment language gives up

and the body takes over.

Say it once and feel the chest answer.

My throat tightens just slightly,

not from shame,

but from the word fitting too perfectly.

Say it again and feel the pelvis answer.

Say it until it stops being obscene

and becomes inevitable.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Cunt.

Lower your voice.

Cunt is interior.

Cunt is storm and shelter.

Cunt is the place wanting comes from.

Say it with reverence.

Say it with hunger.

Say it as if naming a god

who knows your real name.

Cunt.

Cocksucker.

Now smile.

Cocksucker is play.

Cocksucker is teeth and tongue and audacity.

Cocksucker is the refusal to behave

while enjoying it.

Say it sharp.

Say it laughing.

Say it like a dare thrown into the air.

Cocksucker.

Motherfucker.

Stand taller.

Motherfucker is inheritance and rupture.

Motherfucker is rage polished into power.

Motherfucker is the word you use

when the world needs to know

you will not be quiet.

Say it like a drum.

Say it like a threat.

Say it like a coronation.

Motherfucker.

Tits.

Slow again.

Tits are gravity made visible.

Tits are promise.

Tits are the body remembering joy

before shame learned language.

Say it soft.

Say it lingering.

Say it like hands hovering just short of touch.

Tits.

Seven words.

Seven breaths.

Seven doors opened by voice alone.

They said you could not say them.

So you did.

You said them carefully.

You said them fully.

You said them until they stopped being forbidden

and became yours.

This is not profanity.

This is anatomy of sound.

This is desire speaking itself into existence.

Say them again.

Not all at once.

One by one.

Like prayer.