ripe for reproduction
I had my uterus and cervix removed.
They were collateral damage;
it was the stretch marks
I was trying to get rid of.
Tears, the color of my labia
on my breasts, belly, hips,
and thighs. Spread wide by my desire
to be loved, to love, the unloved.
I don’t remember
where I got the idea
to have my tummy tucked.
To remove what I saw as the ripping
wounds that ruined me. All I wanted
was my barren body back.
The surgeon cut me open, peeled
my belly astern, like the carcass
of a young doe, my uterus cut free
cast off as waste. My life to give life
Marked measured and cut
my organ skin snipped away
belly button sewn on like an appliqué.
Metal staple stitches draw a jagged zipper smile,
-glaring- from hip bone to hip bone
the new scarred me is born.