My baby first birthday

my mother had two vaginas

one to birth me and one to keep me

inside the first one I had two names

my given name and my other given name

my twat had a name too

it was forgotten because the climate changed

the climate changed because of  God

obviously

we as a society

stopped naming our twats

the old ways make way

for some way of  being again

in this world where we bury the old

inside their baby bodies

this way when we wake up from our dead sleep

we shall be little bright stars

dead to the world and dead to the love

our teeny tiny gods created

their cunts hugging so tenderly at the moment of creation

that I think this world was truly made for us

still we won’t live forever

we won’t know how to tell the others

who will have surely lived like we lived

inside the total darkness of their mothers too

where it doesn’t matter what we know and what we do not