I inform the madres that I will not mother, while my kneelocked nerves shake.
They mourn the unconceived.
Not a henbasket of eggs.
I will not bust my breast to
feed feed feed
breakfast to chickchildren that will never be.
My days spent with the click-clucking of a clock
that has no biological argument with me.
Sex will be mine. I feed my mouthy sex delicacies. Or the mundane.
Endure multiple culminations while I
fuck suck fuck
the cock.
A rooster cawcraws the suspicious daylight as I henpeck politely.
QuiquiriquÃ, man, you can leave.
Horrified mothers breastclutch their barren grandmother space.
I balk at their bidding with a seductive strut back to the yard.
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Broken brainedly figuring out the rest of my life, like everyone else. Born Texan who has spent enough time there to be considered a Native New Mexican (what we "do" with green chile in Texas is a crime). Current El Pasoan with occasional and somehow surprising moments of being Chuca AF.
That said, she/her Chicana
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