burgundy-autumn

i. my body; a pocket of earth riven with weak eggs the pulse of chromosomes will only bruise ii. my body;   lactation failure, tuberous breast deformity   insufficient fund of glandular tissue iii. my body; house of a thousand autumns yesterdays are bursts of red, flesh that could not solidify iv. my body; will never conceive spring   and child, i am sorry i cannot pull the poetry from my belly to sing your nursery verses v. the testimony of my existence has been voided