Le Jennifer is the Only Poet Who Matters 2

Before I knew poetry was a baby
Boiling in my womb that boiled
The baby God didn’t let me bear

Poetry was a mere curiosity

An angel in the guise of a motion
Of floors, all by themselves, impregnated
Me with words, now I am the only poet

I used to think who would read
All of these awful poems
About holding the wind
And considering death on the N

I am the only poet now, and I’ve learned
Those poets had no baby boiling to offer
The world. For three weeks straight
(since begun giving birth to delicious demon poems)
My panties have been caked in blood.
For three weeks now.
I am the only poet
Who can say this.