Luisa Muradyan

Woman with Hysteria Prescription

Perhaps I should have been embarrassed
when they performed the pap smear and
the doctor said Hold on I think I see something!
‍and  launched his head down the rabbit hole
of my body, but I knew he wouldn’t find
a secret garden of lilacs or peony bushes
but a post-apocalyptic landscape
that only a few survivors had escaped from.
What I should have said was sorry,
I can’t turn the death machine off which seems better
than calling something a babymaker because
my baby maker can’t make babies anymore,
but perhaps it can be rewired to make porcelain angels
each one identical but also a collector’s item. Hysterical
‍he called me, No, hilarious. I told him, as I took what was mine
and descended into the sea.

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