I Woke To Find She Had Cut Off My Dick Lyrics

I awoke to find she had cut off my dick

She had sliced it off at its base

Not the head

Not the body

But at the feet

So it was like a

Noxious weed

Unwanted

Uprooted

Her amputation of

my manhood

Was calculated mutiny

Like surgery planned for a newborn

Everyone is in on it

Except the patient

It all began when she opened the door

For me

She could manage as well as I,

She said,

So why couldn't she open the door

For me?

Which turned into

Picking me up in her car

As she drove us to a location

She had chosen

This turned into

My moving into

Her space

Her apartment was bigger

She said

And it was closer to work

To stores

To everything

And lower rent saved us money

And wasn't that what her father

And I had taught her was

Most important?

She said

In bed

She was always on top

And it was essential

She orgasmed first

Then I could follow

She seemed to always initiate sex

And slowly

Lightly

Calculatingly

Pushed my head

From her lips

From her neck

From her breasts

From her navel

Placing me between her thighs

Like an extension of

her groin

My tongue plugged into her

My hands and legs jutting out

Being animated by the movement of

Her hips

Fingers extended

Uncircumcised

Toes hanging limp

Before she came

I was the man

The dominant

The sexual

The alpha

The ambitious

One

After she came

I was the afterthought

The marginal

The subjugated

The forgotten

One

I took notice

When she told me to quit my job

She made enough to support

Both of us

She said

And I could do all of that writing

I had wanted

Finish all those

Cute stories

I had started that reminded her of

Snow White

Sleeping Beauty

The Littlest Mermaid

And all those other dependent women

Who live in

Men's fantasies

She said

So I followed

Her advice

I stayed home while

She worked

And I got lots of writing done

Until she suggested

I should do more

Of the cleaning around the house

Since I was home

She said

And couldn't I cook dinner

A few nights

She asked

As she batted

Her big browns at me

Because working

Eight hours a day

Really tired her out

And all she wanted

To do was to rest in an easy chair

Or watch

The nightly news?

So I vacuumed the house

Washed the dishes

Followed recipes

Cooked dinners

Scrubbed the toilet

Set the table

Swept the floors

Mopped the tile

Did the laundry

Dusted the knick knacks

And managed the house

While she managed

The income

But then

After I had done all that

She would come home

And tell me what I had done wrong

The dishes were still caked with food

She said

There were no vacuum tracks to be seen

She said

You didn't dust the TV

The plants need watering

Did you wash the sheets?

What's for dinner?

I don't like that kind of food

You shrunk my favorite blouse

We're out of toilet paper

And you didn't change the roll?

She said

And so

She did it all

Again

But better

She said

After

I'd turn on Barry White

Light some candles

And start kissing her

From behind

Not tonight

She said

I'm too tired

And she was always tired

So as she worked

Paid the bills

Cleaned the house

Initiated the sex

And cooked the food

I lived in

Her space

Ate

Her food

Slept in

Her bed

And waited inside

Her home

Every night for

Her return

Sometimes she would be late

A long meeting

She said

I couldn't escape

Sometimes she wouldn't come

Home at all

A business trip

She said

Or some girlfriends wanted me

I waited less on the couch

Watching TV

And more in bed

Dreaming of Bible stories

My Father had taught me

Eve's transgression and

Adam's following her;

Ruth's dead husband and

Her suiter who slept at her feet;

Esther's secret and

The many men who owed her

Their lives

I'd dream that each of these

Biblical women

Were puppeteers

Holding

Animating

Controlling

Body movements

And facial expressions of

The men

Tilting a string here

Pulling a wire there

Like female gods

At play…

Then one by one

Each woman

Used scissors to snip the strings

Supporting their

Men

The metal on metal

Serration sound

Cut like the breath of life

And I'd toss and turn

In my sleep

Trying to escape the sound

And the scissors

And the women

And the men's fates

I'd sometimes wake up

And find her sleeping next to me

With a faint smile

On her lips

That I burned

To touch

To kiss

But didn't

For I was trained

To let

her sleep

I need my rest

She said

So don't molest me

When I'm trying to sleep

So I didn't

I just let my finger linger

A little longer

Than normal

And force myself to sleep

Without dreaming

But that last day

I awoke

I noticed a difference

The light coming through the windows

Was a burning

Sunrise

The red numbers on her alarm clock

Flashed like semaphores

Even her red sheets and comforter

Felt heavier

As if soaked in anger

She was gone

An early meeting

She said last night

And went to sleep

Without touching me

Or saying goodbye

She had left a note on

Her pillow though:

I'm not coming home tonight or for the rest of the week

A girlfriend and I are going out of town

When I get back, I hope you have moved out

She said

No names

Just words

A note signifying

Goodbye

Good luck

And good riddance

As I read

Her note

Realizing my surroundings were

Her surroundings

I cried alone

Like a widow

For I had awaken to find

She had cut off

My dick

And I didn't know

How I was going to get it back