i knew i was ready when i
said give me a son.
i woke up the tenth day,
wailing in cramp
cat in nook of arm,
grateful for the gray sky,
the black cohosh that
lives in my cabinet, never
depleted.
give me a son then.

I watch the water turn to pink
as I do every moon cycle:
Lilith, my blood is yours,
I give it to you
wholeheartedly
may your will be done
through me.

“LOL”