it smote me, and smoked me, and stoked me till the flames rose up inside me, and to tell it truthfully, that’s how I
Some boyfriend passed out in the bucket seat, mouth slack, my father’s breath drifting out of him. I smell my parents’ bedroom in the
“…my estrogen kitchen my black bag of desire” —Lucille Clifton, “Poem to My Uterus” I wanted to see you when they pulled you out,