little accidental cluster,
celly jelly mass of potential,
smear of blood tissue.
I cannot write to you unless
I call you a you.
But I doubt you are.
I deny you are listening.
You beat only, obstinately
and divide as if there were room,
the whole dark uterus to yourself.
do I want to tell you, to return
for sheets of nausea thrown over my head
like banners of your presence?
I should not have to talk to someone not
But there lies your power: that you might be.
Your future fists
demand an explanation.
I try, with this image of veering out of traffic,
my thigh mangling in the bicycle frame.
An awareness of being made of
Whereas you: like a blackberry, still unripe.
I checked textbooks
for your picture,
and I know your life size compares to a bean.
realize I'm making you a vegetable,
classing you in a whole other kingdom.
Fetus, I will not ask you to forgive,
only to bleed out of my way,
you sorry dark string of snot,
interruption interruptus, mistake, shame.
1997 Jessica Manke
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