the man, the god, & the tree
the action that damned her
and exalted he
feminist poetry
where has my womb gone
has it fallen and fallen
dropped, lost, on the ground
it no longer matters
my uterus neither
he tripped it, i miss it
no longer able to swallow
this bitterness
burning, fire, fire
this dwelling, never telling
how or why
did this happen
(continue to be?)
i never learned to love myself
the little girl now woman
(half-eaten) was blinded
unable to see
the time it has past
lost, alone, drifting
on knees
