Sarah 5:22
By Sarah Carleton
Beware false poets who write
odes to gestation, sputtering doggerel
caught in its own fumes like a car that won’t start
—drivel clogged with ego spit—
for they title it Law and graffiti this glop over
the verse we women breathe when we soar past
nailed guy, robed guy, whining guy, dollars guy
to a place as lofty as a cloudless womb.