Erica Jong - Gardener

Erica Jong - Gardener

I am in love with my womb br & jealous of it. br br I cover it tenderly br with a little pink hat br (a sort of yarmulke) br to protect it from men. br br Then I listen for the gentle ping br of the ovary: br a sort of cupid's bow br released. br I'm proud of that. br & the spot of blood br in the little hat br & the egg so small br I cannot see it br though I pray to it. br br I imagine the inside br of my womb to be br the color of poppies br & bougainvillea br (though I've never seen it). br br But I fear the barnacle br which might latch on br & not let go br & fear the monster br who might grow br to bite the flowers br & make them swell & bleed. br br So I keep my womb empty br & full of possibility. br br Each month br The blood sheets down br like good red rain. br br I am the gardener. br Nothing grows without me.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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