A bear turned to a lounging place.
Instead of unspooling story
the fe/male leans in her lack
/light against the paradox
of phallocentrism.
Bear/er of the bloody
wound. Subject by being
object/ed.
To exit/exist, she must thwart
the male ailment, fuck Freud.
Virgin/Vixenhood fantasies.
Ropes hissing the bedframe.
All the men I know want to do it.
Man/ipulation.
Active/male/passive/female/active/male/passive.
Act/I’ve/male/pass/I’ve/fe/male/act/I’ve/pass/I’ve
Activate!
How does the bearskin rug become a bear again?
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