The Nail Pussy is constructed out of a galvanizedstring of nail gun nails, red velvet, leather and a wooden pedistal
on the back of the pedistal there is a poem:
One more nail . . .
One more nail . . .
One more nail
For our wood, for our would be houses never built
for our children never born to wombs which were nailed
un-wanton and not willingly ever since we grew hair down there,
I dream of the nails, of the nights being nailed, I dream they flip around and astound the next attacker whose head meets sharp edge of those who’ve come before.
There is a war being fought upon the landscape of a woman’s body there is a wound, which is though never to heal, and I am equipping it with steel, I am stealing the old identity away and turning this wound into a weapon.
The Nail Pussy 
