Today she thought
I miss being a girl.
How many times these months
chants & championing
woman & strong
impregnated so as she might erupt
An Orphic egg
Spit out a new cosmos amongst the darkness
Create from the wound.
She was sorry to let the universe down.
But when she buckled up her own helmet before riding
when she took her own hand to cross the road against the lights
She shuffled her feet at the curb & breathed
‘All the women in me are tired.
I miss being someone’s girl’.