Wench

injuries a sign of pride

makes the assault feel righteous

bones may be broken

but im not

i refused to let you go until

both cuffs were on

head shoved to curb

sneaking a kiss as you were tackled

arrested for holding hands

an act of hate

an act of love

the cops hate lesbians

arrest me harder

Two —Dissidents in Love - Orchid:

in the two day shadow of police brutality,

we play the scene out again.

this time you moan as i cuff you,

shove you down, and slap you.

“filthy fucking anarchist”

“dirty fucking pig”

spit in your mouth

spit on your lips

“How can i get the charges dropped, officer?”

so i sit on your face,

suffocate you.

detained in my arms,

you say you never want to be released from custody.

when alls said and done,

we collapse into each other,

laughing.

we fucking hate cops,

yet,

we fucked like them,

our own reclaimed form of violence.

nobody can get us down.

we fear not,

we wont be stopped,

we’ll do it again.