We joyously clinked our machetes
as we calculated the damage we might do.

On Valentine’s Day, we ride black horses
and slash paper Valentines
in favor of richer conquests:
like the fall of patriarchy,
closing the gender gap
and obliterating the glass ceiling.
If you buy us chocolates,
we will melt them into
saccharine bullets
and return fire.
We will take Cupid’s bow and arrow
and rebuild them into the most
badass crossbow this world has ever seen.
At the end of the day,
we will start a bonfire
and dance around it
as our sisters have danced before us
for thousands of years.
Singing, howling, celebrating,