30 April Poem
I swear, I just heard about NaPoWriMo, but I’ve written at least one poem a day. Only today did I post it. Next year, I’ll totally come post some stuff!
An Executive’s Prayer
There’s too much work to consummate, where
does one start? I want to sit
here, and I will defend my (right)
to sit, here. And I will breathe in my air
with the lungs I created, with the body
I consciously maneuver, with the blood
I have willfully dispersed and exhorted,
Go, into all body parts, and preach
good health! This body is mine
as I have made it mine, I have formed
the ability to persuade my fingers into writing,
I have dictated my acquisition of ambling,
I have grown out my hair and nails with commands—
Grow! Or there shall be no profit
for the winter. I have proposed
our open-arrangement truce, for there
are too many dictations to pronounce,
Who is he, to define the path of my happiness?
For what is a hymen, what is a limb?
Who is he, to be bound as my delight?
Now surely, tell me now—who am I
to not have the right to cast judgment
upon the small thing that dares
to furrow itself into my womb?