untitled, or:

[purplejacket]

untitled, or:
The First Time I Ever Felt Abomination Vibrate in my Guts like Vomit


tiny baby, would you like to be born for a purpose?
(she asks through a dripping-toothed grin)
your innocence poached
the purpose: superior numbers
left, left, left, right, left
the womb is a weapon

you have to have more babies
than the Muslim women have
missionaries tell Iraqi Christian women
the womb is a weapon

missionary – one with a mission
TEN-HUT!!



I also said
Jesus fucking Christ
the womb is a weapon

and promptly apologized
for taking his name in vain

[mfwilkie]

pj,

I'd put this back in the poem:

Jesus fucking Christ
the womb is a weapon

You might consider starting this piece with the lines below, and maybe expand the definition a bit:

missionary: one with a mission
TEN-HUT!!

Then follow with these lines with your quote and the JFC!, but change 'is a weapon' to 'as a weapon'.



missionary: one with a mission
TEN-HUT!!

you have to have more babies
than the Muslim women have
missionaries they tell Iraqi Christian women
the womb is a weapon


Jesus fucking Christ—
the womb as a weapon!

Strong potential in this, pj.

Maggie

[purplejacket]

hi Mag, thanks for taking time with this. I splatted it down in a 10 minute fit, and haven't really looked at it since. I'm not sure if it's a poem. More like a tantrum. But maybe I'll play with it some more.

[mfwilkie]

I think you've got a great idea here, pj.