Ovaries
       

The body of water that cries
in search, unable to breathe.

Broken, can you ask for more?
Water crying, water

for the mouth. It’s why
we have throats. If I am

without the body my voice
will die and shake off stars

or fall one half of a year.
I am what I fear to be. I am a loop.

Copyright © 2010 Gary L. McDowell All rights reserved
from American Amen
Dream Horse Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission