The luthier said push
And I pushed and I still remember how the muscles
Of my vagina contracted and pushed
The embryonic lamb out
And how he captured it like a bulky melon.

It’s because his face reveals flashes of demonia
That I am having this dream
Which has shown me every truth about him—
I see him rip the sack open with his teeth
Suck the thing down and digest it
With all his body, not only the mouth and stomach.

Bits continue to fall out of me
I push and scoop them out
Push and scoop.
It’s like picking strings on the cello
And picking worms from the garden.