viii.

milan lewis

I am mother to the pain

spreading my legs arching my back

birthing atomic spasms in my belly

It’s housed within, feasting off of my nutrients

Hooked umbilically to my organs

It’s auto— it’s immune to my attempts to

Exorcise it from my body

 

I am Mother but in silent dreams

(where even Lucifer cannot

Read my mind) I fantasize

Of parturition with a chorus of moans

And with a wicked blow

Committing the infanticidal crime

 

Ending the dis ease