Partition

The Brazilian woman confessed:
she wanted a divorce. The reporter
called it vagina homicide. Another
commentator declared death by vagina.

The article came out last week
in a UK newspaper although the event
took place in São Paulo. The woman
had laced her private parts

with poison before coaxing
her 43-year old husband to perform oral
on an old, deflated mattress
with sinkholes that could have swallowed

them both. Cunning cunnilingus,
they called it. One inhale and the husband
was rushing her to the emergency room
citing irreconcilable tastes.

He was concerned for her safety
and the medical results agree
they could have both died.
Her tan, lengthy legs wrapped

around his stubbled throat
and her uterine walls absorbing the toxins–
a death grip the obituaries
would have mistaken for passion.

Now everyone wants to know if the man
will sue and if the woman will be charged
with attempted murder.
No one questions her rationale,

they all assume she is a lunatic
because only crazy people do crazy things
in the absence of love.
I would like to hear her motives.

Could she not speak openly
unless he was face down and buried in her?
They all want to know where she will go;
I want to know: how did she get here?