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Meditation on
a quick fuck in the bushes.
I'll wait and I'll wait
until I feel that weeping trickle
through my ovaries.
That pain I've come to hate
every month
since I became a woman
would be the purest pleasure.
I don't want to be a vessel.
I don't want to grow
the seeds of a memory lost
in a drunken haze
and a month of time.
But I'm still holding on to his number
just in case
I want to terminate this uncertainty!
©chiquita
n.baird@student.qut.edu.au