the rivers of it, abridged

New York City skyline at night




Patricia Carragon

Birthday Thoughts

for my birthday,
i've fired my breasts,
my clitoris,
my hormones,
and the coquetry
of my lips and eyes.

out of routine,
i bleed once a month,
wear make-up, perfume,
trendy tops and leggings,
comb my long locks,
keep the hem above my knees,
but i have been severed
from their sexual references.

i blow out the candles,
watch my thoughts
mingle with smoke.
i used to make wishes,
but plan to say;

do not enter,
leave me alone.

had said it better.



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