In the very process of being formulated
right in their first motherhoods
lies become ants and bats
sent out to gather in
the dead ends of things
to pretend and push
when you aren’t even pregnant
my blood crawls
when I recall my own
abortions and adoptions
to be as lonely as an ant
but a hard-working missionary
for the queen deception
we aren’t one
we aren’t free.
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