THREATENED EMBODIMENT — by ANNIE WENSTRUP

My red uterus loves
what it loves, its own self
a walnut furrowed as a mind.
Like my mind, it takes what
it is given. Its careful
division of self and not
self inverts into multiplication.
My body takes this world
and turns it into something
I can love.

This piece is brought to you by our guest poetry editor Felicia Zamora.