The Writings of Mary Lewys

As your ejaculation runs down my thigh,
I wonder how many deaths I have just cause
By not clenching just right
And if God will ever forgive me.

It wasn’t a viable pregnancy
She.
She wasn’t viable pregnancy.
You don’t know. You can’t know the sex.
Of course I do.
I am her mother.
I was her mother
I will never be her mother.

Nuns, they sure can teach you grammar
Which tense of verb to use at the proper time,
Move you through time with a proper choice of words
They can teach how to pray, how to ensure
Your place in the next life.

I wish they taught me how to survive this one.

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© Mary Lewys, 2007