Monthly
The bloody fist in my abdomen
Clenches tight yet again.
Grow life!, it screams.
You could grow life if you wanted to!
Your insides are fertile soil.
And I could play that game, I guess,
I could play-act as an orchard or vineyard
Or an herb garden over the kitchen sink
But my guts are not
A vegetable patch,
And the only life I want to grow
Is the body I hold
When I clutch my sides
And rock myself back and forth,
Panting.
Clenches tight yet again.
Grow life!, it screams.
You could grow life if you wanted to!
Your insides are fertile soil.
And I could play that game, I guess,
I could play-act as an orchard or vineyard
Or an herb garden over the kitchen sink
But my guts are not
A vegetable patch,
And the only life I want to grow
Is the body I hold
When I clutch my sides
And rock myself back and forth,
Panting.
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This is very moving and well-expressed. A feeling many can relate to.
Ah, the screaming uterus! Great description of a common uncomfortable experience. <3
Powerful!