WISHES FOR MY UTERUS
I wish for her escape. At every gyno visit I wish the doctor would
gown and scrambling to find my eggs. No more pregnancy scares—
But there is no transplant and my cervix is swabbed again. I don't
to be an excuse. I wish her no questions—no "you'll change your mind
With every cramp I wish her one less layer that could attract a potential
when I see children. I wish she didn't dream up versions with my boyfriend's
telling me I'm almost 30. Telling me to pass on my genes. Telling me to resist
I wish for her to disintegrate. To zap away any child, like me,
a new plot of soil—to be planted in a body that wants her.
B.M. Owens was born in Hollywood, Florida. She is working on an MFA and teaching Assistantship at Florida International University. She is currently Poetry Editor for FIU's Gulf Stream Magazine. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Salamander Magazine, Small Orange Journal, and Jai-Alai Books' Waterproof Anthology. She has also been nominated for the 2021 Pushcart Prize.
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