Poetry

 

 

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;

no,
do not enter,
leave me alone.

garbo
had said it better.

 

 

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