Re-Education

I listen to podcasts to learn about feminism, 

watch porn to make sure I’m doing it right. 

I dance on the bar because Coyote Ugly, 

because these shoes, this drink. 

I’m almost 30. 

And I still think Bloody Mary is 

a game with a mirror. Sometimes 

she appears at 2AM. Sometimes she’s 

in the toilet, piss reflection before the flush. 

There is a truth in this magic—

the time I took Plan B, then 

the other time I took Plan B. I bled 

for two months. There could’ve been

a mother in me. I told no one, 

except the man at Tacos Lupita 

who asked what I wanted in my burrito

and I think I said baby. I think I 

spun around three times and whispered a name. 

And there was no floor 

when I fell, when a queen 

flew from my womb. There was glass 

and napkins, and the doctor

saying, Wake up. Wake up.