part the ferns with
your gentle touch and see
that she is crying from her vagina.
the tears pool in the cramped hollow
carved by gravity; these are the ordinary
tears of life, love,
and pain. of
gelatin milk,
of starchy
water, of
royal velvet
mud. let the
droplets
drip down
and join
the river
delta,
streaming
sorrow
at her condition.
even this, her own blood, she cannot claim for herself.