poem | Roe v. Wade overturned

5:30 pm
My nanna wants to talk about it
but I steer the conversation back to
my ACT score
(state mandates don’t feel so personal when they
turn out in your favor)
the ocean is very large and
Australia so very far away, if we speak it will be
no message in a bottle, but a message in a bomb
and I don’t want any more feminine passion
to be something ridiculed, smoothed over with lip balm,
they say anger is bad for digestion
or heart failure or something like that

7:50 pm
When the sky is falling and
the ground is caving in
I recommend television and dessert
the type that eases nausea and makes you fall asleep--
it is easier this way

10:05 pm
I have scratched 7 poems into the 
soft cream face of my notebook
but don’t say “abortion” in a single one.
Margaret Atwood stands solemn at my shoulder
and whispers male fantasies, male fantasies
is everything run by male fantasies?

5:14 am
Good morning
the sun is yet to rise on this 
new world (this new wound)
for the first time in years, I am awake
in a drunk, battered state of girlhood
that will rear its head every morning
that laws sit upon our chests, hear
the parts of us that scream “don’t love me for only
what I can produce, that is NOT my birthright”

6:23 am
I have carved 4 more poems into the 
soft cream face of my notebook-
no kinder than yesterday
this anger is not the kind that goes away-
and the word “abortion” appears in only one.
this one.
they took that from us too, that directness
of unfiltered truths
it's a pity then, for them, that we never 
gave a damn about being anything other than ruthless
(that kind of thing happens when decisions are made for you)

7:00 am
It is not a good morning

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