06.28.20 Zero

[a poem in which the creative restraints of the platform ironically cut the midline :/ ]

man’s vul
va houses
her vagina, which
opens up into her cervix,
which opens up into her uterus, which can grow
a child. Woman’s vagina opens up into her body like the life-giving

spiral that nestles and unwinds in fibonacci’s spheres. A woman’s ovaries have housed the eggs of her potential offspring since before

she was born. Though the imagination is infinite, the body is not. It is
finite, fragile, precious expanding and contracting
nerve-lined living and breathing and
waxing and waning
blood filling,

“Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero…” –Imagine Dragons

spiral – mixed media – 2015

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