by Grace Beeler
Yours is a god
with no uterus
he makes
people and
animals
simply by pointing a
finger.
He does not know
the joy
of incubation
the thrill of the quickening
he looks at me
with jealous eyes, stamps his
feet, says
if I can’t
have that
I’ll break everything
points his finger
and makes you.
Grace Beeler grew up in upstate New York and attended Grinnell College in Iowa . She currently resides in Middletown Connecticut . She the author of a chapbook, “A Lineage of Light,” put out by The Unforgettables Press, and was recently published in the anthology “A Chaos of Angels,” by Wordwalker Press. Her work has also been published by Mothering Magazine, Poetica Magazine and Poets against the War, among others. She can be found on the web at http://gracebeeler.blogspot.com/.
