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  • I wish I had a hand mirror
    so I could look between my legs
    and create an anatomically correct
    drawing of my vulva
    in the margins of poetry anthologies.

    Metaphors compare
    vaginas to lilies and roses,
    beautiful and feminine,
    but when I touch myself at night
    I’ve never felt a stamen or stigma
    And my pussy sure as hell doesn’t have any petals.
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