So he won’t kill anyone, each male
swims in his own chiclet mini-tank, white
and stacked on display like teeth. Such violence
doesn’t staunch their species, as he has to squeeze
the eggs out of the female so hard
she usually dies, made extraneous.
swims in his own chiclet mini-tank, white
and stacked on display like teeth. Such violence
doesn’t staunch their species, as he has to squeeze
the eggs out of the female so hard
she usually dies, made extraneous.
Disembodied eggs glisten like bubbles
each suspending in translucence a black
dot like a gnat in thin web. I kept the
yoke of each simile visible so
it’s clear it’s I who says this sounds familiar,
the dark not of a follicle where my
egg must have been, the clinic’s insistence
they couldn’t inseminate me unless
I was married to a man, and I was.
