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POETRY – The Spring Is Over

It’s been a whileMy womb feels hollowNo matter!I was needed in the night. ConfirmationI am not fit for the season of spring.I am in August. The stubborn paunch can stayI like itThe stretch marks and varicose veinsBladder weakness, disfigured labiaStretched out breastsI don’t care. They remind me I am aliveYounger than I’ll ever beThan you’d…




























