"My womb is just a crawlspace
filled with little fake dick
and harry discharge instructions.
filled with little fake dick
and harry discharge instructions.
I walk around in circles, hissing
backwards soprano pick up lines
and watch the blood drip down
backwards soprano pick up lines
and watch the blood drip down
out of my lips, flooding another room
into a corpse vat. The shape of my mouth
was contorted, he used to tell me."
into a corpse vat. The shape of my mouth
was contorted, he used to tell me."
from my poem, "This Body is a Blooming Corpse Flower", now up at The Rising Phoenix Review
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