Living inside my uterus
Is a song with many flaws
The pulse issues uneven
Blood fills and pools
Metaphors,
The meat of the pain,
I can’t tip-toe around
The silence they represent.

Coming to play for the party
Is a band that will never return.
The city too loud–
the notes drown
They still come to me with little
electronic possibilities
And I find their music perfect
Down to the last note.
My uterus survives
The drowning of the vocals
She swells at the few words
That make it through the smoke
laughter, clambering high heels and clinking glasses. You
Two worlds colliding
offer the choice
Between east and west.