by Laura Whelton
Deep, unreserved blooms of all of this inside of me-
I knew what it was to be a woman,
full and wanting,
engorged, bleeding, signifier of lust,
heaving, sexual, invitation only-
answer to it all.
I thought if I could have just one hour,
then the uncontrolled hunger would abate-
surges over, waves of need.
I thought: if only.
No amount of foreplay could tame the beast,
rising like bruised heat on a Saturday night.
Vodka induced, numb, birth less encounters,
when all I wanted was you.
Restless, moving, never getting anywhere,
staged upheavals of pretending to be loved,
another day and I will just get by.