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INTIMATIONS OF PREGNANCY

I never thought that this immediate

A groping fist would prove me what I am

I am not a woman

My vigil is too restless

I never thought till now I could be had.

I can’t forget you, that’s the awful thing.

I am not a woman.

I curse what I have been

I am solidifying like a rock

That turns inside itself each time she turns