A woman-fish is a fish is a shadow

Is just as clueless about womanhood.

I enter the page. The page enters me.

I write: Womanhood is personal.

It’s not a sign from God. It’s a theory,

It’s scientific. Too many acronyms

I’ve lost track of like time like a cliche.

Language is a body is a slow massacre.

There are too many bodies out there.

Too many babies. There are children

And then there are girls — there’s only

So much momentum a girl can have.

Not enough gravity. I enter the page.

The page enters me. I write: A flower

Must be a woman — the way they bend,

The way they are so destructible. Daffodils

Turn to ash in my hand. Plasticity is

Neuroscientific but is also a woman

Is also the way I enter and run out of a

Country. I am a woman am an awakening

Am the antichrist. I am not an epiphany

Am not a thing that breaks.