I Conceive People Like You

In between humanity’s bedsheets

procreation is enacted by presidential memorandums that don’t

think about the ways in which their laws monopolize her visceral state.

Stuffy sweats and zealous grinds adopt

the femme frame because of the the temple of christ

as some of them like to say. Limbs unfold inwards as

cis, white, men debate over her

reproductive rates. Why do men advocate for the

severing, slithering, and defecating

tunnels of her intimate fertility, of mother nature’s gates?

If your God loves her so much

why won’t She endow my pussy liberty?

Pro-life conceives lethal back alleys as they promote

probing of my unsolicited embryos. Infamous mutilation,

blood-thin, crippling steel molds

confidential crucifixions. Hangers invade

organs teeming with violation. Demoralization and perverseness

impregnate him too. Standards of life equal

soon-to-be sacrifice. If your undead means

so much to your anti-choice, to your anti-her

who is going to be pro-she?