The Thirds, Engendered [Today's News
Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, March 23, 2012]
Ghost of my loins, you have fingers
that counter-digest me,
Reach through my gullet to pinch-off
the brain from my spine,
Sex then unsex me; you hollow my
innards—direct me.
Gonads appear in a visage before
me—vagina,
Penis, an organ combining the two so
the sex
Breaks to an embryo, withers before its
arousal.
Ghosts of my loins, the extinction
that's coming is calling
Accidents: sperm like a genie from
lamp, I'll regret
Life that I never created for fear of
creation.
“Mirkarimi pleaded guilty last week
to one misdemeanor count of false imprisonment of his wife on New
Year's Eve. Prosecutors say he inflicted a bruise on his wife's arm
during an argument in front of their 2-year-old son. The guilty plea
was part of a plea bargain agreement in which prosecutors agreed to
drop three other domestic-violence-related charges.”
—Rachel Gordon, John Wildermuth, San
Francisco Chronicle, 03/23/12
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2012/03/23/MNKO1NOUN9.DTL
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ross_Mirkarimi
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/9159992/Zimbabwe-sperm-hunters-picking-up-male-travellers.html
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