13 lines about the moon
They say Artemis is virgin, by which they mean
untouched, untouching, untouchable by men: one spied
her bathing and her hounds tore him to rags--picture those
long lean limbs shaking off blood and spring water
and tell me she ever lay uneasy in her flesh.
The chase is good in all its forms and so
the kill as well. I like them best groaning,
moaning like wounded prey, naked as all
beasts: muscle taut in the cool dark, starlight dappled
over skin like fur. There is more than one way
to tear a man apart. More than one way
to eat one. True dismemberment I reserve
for only those men who deserve it.