What dream? (Poem)
Angela Moreno
look at the child with the dream in her eyes
holding it deep inside her —s. mclachlan
dream what dream?
the shame-crazed fantasy?
the gut-wrenching, teeth-spewing nightmare?
no dream
no more
can’t afford it
turn it off
the desire
no desire heat tensing thighs rising
none of it
you can’t anymore
nothing but a crusty blanket of
dried blood
where they cut you
go ahead feel it
that unfamiliar
nothingness
where pulp and lust used to thrive
See also these writings by Angela in this issue of Chrysalis:
In Amerika they call us hermaphrodites
Letter to my physicians
Building a world free of shame, secrecy, and unwanted sexual surgeries since 1993
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Copyright © ISNA 1993-2008