poem, poetry, woman

birth of aphrodite

foam, advance
washed up man
prick not a pocket full
when it looks like that
cold, slug wet
refuse
sloughed off
turning my eyes, it’s
an aborted
ruddy dripped
uterine sapling
counterfeit

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