Myth of Recreation

‘… but his deviant flesh also undeniably creates new life.’

Damn my rotten womb, ripe with fruit: let it
bleed, out, out; let me kill its life anew –
it means nothing to me. Let me
rip it from my body
and cradle it in my arms like
the bairn it was meant to carry.
Let me stitch myself up again,
suddenly whole.

Damn my womb and the hormones it gives me.
Damn my breasts and my childbearing curves; damn my
stabbing, seized-up cunt, slick with blood and lust;
damn my barren clit – let me
grow it out into flesh anew. Let me

grow myself again: let me
birth Adam in Eden, and
pluck myself from his rib,
formed anew in his image;

let me play God, my own almighty Father;
remade naked, and to feel no shame.