I’m a dreamy poetess and all around spiritual, sensual woman.
“I was not immune and I would not leave undamaged. I must have rolled in the beds of wild rose, for the tiny thorns — small, yellow — pierced my skin. Their poison is desire and it dissolved in my blood. And too, the cats made me one of them — sleek and without mercy. Avid, falling hungry on the defenseless body. I want to grind men’s bones to drink in my night tea. I want to enter them the way their hot shadows fold into their bodies in full sunlight. I want to be their food, their harmful drinks. To this day, I still hurt.”
— Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine