I wonder if they will call me moon goddess; if I will / chisel away a past life with carving knives / and grieving.

I wonder if they will call me moon goddess; if I will / chisel away a past life with carving knives / and grieving.
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Unable at birth / to give birth to himself, / a man like any other, / Archimedes acquiesced, / left that labor for his mother.
when my mate passes i change gender / live a new life / scatter eggs into abyss / sixty feet under the sea
Even lizards, starfish, and sea cucumbers
Can regrow their limbs,
Like the scallions did after my mother
Gave them a haircut before dinnertime.
Mars, / a red bauble, will dangle / and wink. Like it wants us / to take it. Don’t mind if / we do.
He was enough; enough for this life, this climate, this iceless hell. You must be big, to blubber yourself against change.