Wishes for Sons |
i wish them cramps. |
i wish them a strange town |
and the last tampon. |
I wish them no 7-11. |
i wish them one week early |
and wearing a white skirt. |
i wish them one week late. |
later i wish them hot flashes |
and clots like you |
wouldn't believe. let the |
flashes come when they |
meet someone special. |
let the clots come |
when they want to. |
let them think they have accepted |
arrogance in the universe, |
then bring them to gynecologists |
not unlike themselves. |
Lucille Clifton |
Touch
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in a further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body for your body
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