Two Poems
Wendy Lee Spacek



from PSYCHOGYNECOLOGY



Diana
 
Diana picks me up.
She’s late, she drives an SUV.
 
She smells like orange, a power mix,
she tells me I never am alone.
 
She mentions
 
a pregnancy outed,
sincerely not wanting others to know details about her body,
white girls and what it means and her business/power blend of essential oils.
 
A couple of weeks later
she lost the baby, threaded
it out of her vagina via
a tether in her
I guess.
 
 
LAKE MONROE ACCESS ROAD
 
Every thing
makes a bed
and lies
down.
 
I clomp off
into the woods
in resignation.
 
Trudge into
forget it.
 
It’s where
part of me
goes
to die
in private.
 
Someone’s thrown
a shitty party
in my clearing.
 
Used a bird’s nest
as an ashtray.
Fuck-chain of daisies.