MARCH 6th 2013
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
In a dim-lit windowless room
of Planned Parenthood
I must have signed My Life
away —
I say Must
because I do not remember
The Signature —
I say Life
because It was
Mine
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
In a dim-lit windowless room
of Planned Parenthood
I must have signed My Life
away —
I say Must
because I do not remember
The Signature —
I say Life
because It was
Mine
The Hawk Corner Room 1:53pm
You were incubating within Me
sixteen years ago
and on the anniversary of My Mother’s Death
by fate
You were removed
still screaming
as I hear You now
propelling Me to write out
what You still mean —
Where Are Your Bones?
Did You Have Them?
Are They in The Starry Dust
I See Throughout My House?
And Your Little Heart —
Did You Have One Yet?
Does It Beat When I Hear
My Favourite Songs?
And Your Blood —
The Only Part Of You I’m Sure Of —
It Still Gushes From Me
And Pushes Me Through
My Cat Astro
I Love So Much
hissed at Me today
when I manhandled Him
onto My Lap
I’ve never heard Him hiss before —
I will never treat Him
so brusquely again
–
I might get a tattoo
“PROLIFE”
on My Forehead —
of course I want The Cows to be happy
& The Rancher’s Mink to be beautiful
handled humanely
but We’ve got to have The Line
between Human
& Animal
I Was First In Line
For My Abortion
& I Claimed It:
Him/Her I Kept
Forever In My Shattered Heart
In The Next Room Over
From That Waiting Room
Full
Of Silent Women