Woman, Moth

by Linda Numagami

Written for Poetry Workshop (LARTS 334, Fall 2013)



one out of four taken

won out of your foreplay

won out of the womb



the Womb worn out from the abuse

from the patriach

oh, danna-sama


He patted the womb, from there the patriach is born

what has in part born me has worn me

as a trophy, a gem, a daughter



porcelain frame crunched to the limited wall

its spectral being, vastly dimming.

pastel bloodless lips—flimsy and broken now



Her neck cannot take.


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