The remarkable thing about this poem for me is its ring of authenticity. Your words move rhythmically and the cadence quickens as the orgasm approaches and the writing of a poem becomes a part of creating a new being. While the poet is alone in a room, the poet is not alone in a house. Mother is in the next room. Beautiful work.
Love this! I recently wrote a piece about how much I enjoy cooking in complete silence. Feel free to read it here: https://structuredrambles.substack.com/p/cooking-in-silence
The remarkable thing about this poem for me is its ring of authenticity. Your words move rhythmically and the cadence quickens as the orgasm approaches and the writing of a poem becomes a part of creating a new being. While the poet is alone in a room, the poet is not alone in a house. Mother is in the next room. Beautiful work.