Climax With Anyone But Her

Worse than a pig's head that

bawls from your freezer and

worse than a peach pit that

broke your mouth and worse

than accidental treefall and

worse than blood on everything

and spit in your palm smeared

on her face and worse than

pages torn from that

good book that somehow

screams your name into

the darkest hour of your

month long period because

your vagina is a broken

misery and you

can't stem the flow of

iron tears

you're

gasping to

cry that baby and yes

you're a man but

somehow you're

this pregnant woman

you're so full you're so

ready to eject the life that

conceived itself within

your chest and for

nineteen months has

made your ears ring with

nothing and

nothing and

the loudest nothing

and worse than this life is

fear and worse than

this life is being

too scared to die and

worse than life is

climax because it

reveals how

empty you are inside

after you come.