effigy

I really desperately want to have a favorite. However, I can't choose b/t doppio and conversation. I love them both equally. Funny how poetry can work like that. :)

i feel ill with stillborns.
angry with the water
that never breaks
from the spiggots
I never turn.
to birth the wombs i like to sing to

ia m nomother
coming up dry with syllables
i can't afford to spit
and too angre to turn
the spiggot to sho'
ivve been born.
stillborn, stubborn willborn
me