you have to stop calling me momma

Standard

if only i had a working uterus..
i could birth nations of ___
(and thus begins the problem)
un-gender specifics
breed them sweet, dirty hands
that smell of lanterns
that smell of lilac falling
common denominator =s beat
no,
beat.
chipless wonderers that eat the heads of consumption
the line is too long
the thought is diluted
my babies write poems to burn in a stolen fire
campside, along the cold desert night
not really here today
nor gone tomorrow


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

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