photo by zaria rashay

vaca

a poem

fuck me.
simply and truly.
i ache to empty like
an overfeed buffoon.

my womb is vacant.
it was never full.
i have never felt like
i am an overflowing
easter basket. always
just a sunday plate
licked clean.

do not fuck me.
leave me be.
simply and truly.

my womb just
aches to exist.
to be left alone,
so it can figure
itself out. but that
never happens.

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unrequited