Roe vs. Wade
about what, I honestly don’t know;
it keeps pushing up, and up, and up,
but it won’t break through.
What am I to do?
I’m dying to write a poem,
and I keep asking myself: what could
it possibly be, that’s pushing so hard
to come into this world?
I don’t have a clue.
I’m dying to write a poem,
to relieve myself of the anxious feeling
of being pregnant with a new idea;
but I don’t know how to induce
my unborn poem—
And I don’t want to abort it!
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