Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Poem to Amass in Her Bowels

Don't get a hysterectomy unless it saves your life!

Life grows in you!

You poop joy every day!

Gut-curdling smells are unique and heavenly.

Stop the stomach contents from spewing out your nostrils!

Human organs juggle the chemicals shuffling through space.

Secure your dangling cellular tissues tightly and squeeze the life into yourself!

Shit your body-at-this-time out of the vortex of dark matter!

Retrain your vision on the curious shapes that conspire all around you!

Sell your bladder on the black market.

Burn the house on the farm for insurance.

I stopped loving time.

I crept backwards and found the love deceiving me.

Askew aural prejudice damages our delight, then we fight.

Quick, beat the tortoise to the finish.

Shame won't quit. I'm too ashamed to quit.

Push, push, push, sow sticky hormonal fluid into the crumbly crust!

Reap the baby!

It's enough to be necessary and to feel the heat.




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