“Mother’s time works differently.
always late, always rushed,
too many laters, not enough nows.”
The same men I slept withlast seasonmake laws to clamp my legsclosed to new clients.They declare my curveshold a sweet seductionas dangerous as crack.I’m just another dealergetting good young menaddicted to my product. When my bleeding stops(between my legs but not in my heart)they become holy championsfor a growing group of cellsinfecting my womb.I prostrate myselfbefore their doctors.Red dripping down