Envy these female hammerheads:
how they swim in purified
fields, pregnant by salt or ocean
without contact with males. Link and lock
that warmth. No tepid waters.
No freeze. Immaculate.
I am fertile as loam and no one braves
me – oh, flesh of flesh of bone
of blood
and someone was inside me but I remain
terrible
I remain empty.
The roots of parthenogenesis are “virgin”
and “creation” – spiders, snails,
scorpions love
themselves, love their bodies,
rapture, rupture—life takes flight.
Progeny in your nests, twigs, and tanks.
Web me the mouth that fields
my questions. Ransom: fatherless children
who will never wonder except
in wonder – the miracle of their mother’s
bright bodies: blue hammers, blue tails.
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