HUSBAND LIKES HER TO LEAVE FRUIT IN HER VAGINA ALL DAY SO HE CAN EAT IT LATER
“Can we ever write woman / without writing fruit? / Without food, blood-red, or cut/gash/slit / in half?”
Zoë Fay-Stindt (she/Z/figuring it out) is a queer, bicontinental poet with roots in both the French and American south. Their poetry has appeared in museum galleries, on the radio, on the streets of small towns, in community farm newsletters, and other strange and wonderful places. Z’s work has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and has been featured or is forthcoming in SWWIM, RHINO, Muzzle, VIDA, Ninth Letter, and elsewhere. You can find her on the internet @ZoeFayStindt, or offline, somewhere, being a Real Live Human.
“Can we ever write woman / without writing fruit? / Without food, blood-red, or cut/gash/slit / in half?”