A Poem and a Video Performance by Emily Woodruff

IceFloe Press

Many Wombs


I have travelled many wombs,
yours was the first
the first of many to come.

You pushed me out, and like a coffin out the hearse
adorned me with daisies,
Gentle, supple flowers.
Belly soft, your angel.

You filled me with helium and paraded me through the streets
Above it all, she’s just like me, ‘Oh Em’
‘Til I became a balloon around my ankle filled with lead.

Hop into bed, spread your head,
So fertile, no protection,
Incessant projection.
You wormed into my mind, a parasite
Always attached, but never connected.

It doesn’t say much but it sits on the wall and observes
Stares at the blank spaces between my eyes
where my third eye should reside.

You got fucked
So I am fucked.
My womb is fucked, my children are fucked,
My waters poisoned by the sludge.
My eggs will not be bred, because he bred,

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