Cayenne
Red Pepper girl eats
cayenne lips for breakfast.
Everytime she yelps
it gets a bit hot-her.
Bite tongues;
sucking on
holding back
all choking.
Speak. Red Pepper
melts eyes
in a sea of
understanding.
Salt spills.
Break -
Fast; yes, savour.
This is how
languages are born.
Babes in mouth
red hot.
Ripe.
Whole Whole unto herself Virgin fucks Virginia in a room of one's own
Adrienne Adams is a poet, artist and curator dedicated to creating safer inter-sectional space to honour the feminine. She curates Woolf’s Voices (aka Virginia), joking that it’s just an excuse to howl in public. Her work is published in Antilang, FreeFall, Politics/letters live (Car Poems), Polyglot, Wax Poetry and Art and forthcoming in several other publications. @adamsel.adams @woolfsvoices on Instagram