‘Unsex me here’
I am incubating these words in a greenhouse.
I am naked and deadheaded and in charge
of this propagation.
I plant them so deep, the soil quakes –
this is the birth of a volcano,
and the collapse of one.
You, boy, can watch if you like
but you will stay outside.
You are fierce and corrosive
and this is not for you.
They will grow plain, grow organs
that will not coil thick thoughts around them.
Stems shall be strong, petals blossoming
from crown to toe in utero.