Every lone wolf has a chapter in his manifesto on hating women.
Some would call this psychology and some would call it prophecy.
The Rorschach is a photo negative depicting the centuries we spent
on our backs quiet, dutifully butterflying our thighs against men’s hips,
our number one killer. We burned at stakes, toes to crown, for a power
we didn’t possess. I don’t know what kind of voodoo dolls men use,
but one morning I realized something of mine was missing—
something no one would notice stolen but me. Ever since, I’ve been trying
to defuse my womanhood before it detonates and maims the innocent.
I once saw an image of the traumatized brain, the whole thing lit up neon
like a red light district. My major symptom is a mushroom cloud
that rises in my head every time I try to calm down. My therapist
says something about reprogramming neural pathways: my brain darts
from bad to bad like a pinball machine. Why do we put gold
on ring fingers when we should be castrating forefingers to make guns impotent?
Triggers are the leading cause of death: everybody knows this but nobody says it.
What good does it do to pretend that every ink blot is anything other than the shape
of what you lost rendered in blood spatter? Okay, my therapist says, notice that.
Anne Champion is the author of The Good Girl is Always a Ghost (Black Lawrence Press, 2018), She Saints & Holy Profanities (Quarterly West, 2019), Reluctant Mistress (Gold Wake Press, 2013), Book of Levitations (Trembling Pillow Press, 2019) and The Dark Length Home (Noctuary Press, 2017).