Bloodless crotches abound
None more barren than my own
In this phase of maturation,
the part of me that is woman
fights to stay alive
Suddenly I want the change to die
Return the gift and cut her throat
My bush is full grown
I don’t cry during orgasm
Nor do I marvel at fornication
The stains on my sheets
are from my own hormonal sweat
Nothing has come here lately
Where there once was elasticity
there is now decay of bone
And my 36 B’s need extra support
I piss twice as often as last year
remembering nothing about it really
Passing gas is more likely
than passing a written exam
Such pity for myself is new to this life
My pain closer to the surface
It is the surface that is decomposing
Bringing me closer to the end
Rebecca Clites
© 10-12-10
The Juice Bar 
Brilliant & brave Rebecca, you hit it out of the park! I love your writing & Egon Schiele is one of my favorite artists of all time, bravo!
Love the artist! Love the poetess. Scary poem, so naked. Bleak. Brave writing, Rebecca! Brava!
Thanks so much! I love being naked. It’s weird being reminded that I am. I love you too!
Remarkable, resplendent,
I missed you work this week. I’m thrilled that I get to read it now. Just a tough and wonderful piece of wrting. Such a great expression to his art and to yours.
Rebecca. your poem captures this phase of life so beautifully and so powerfully.The pain “closer to the surface” penetrates with such depth and richness. So glad you’re back in class.
Rebecca,
Your poem simmers in its boldness, revealing much of a woman’s
passage in mid life. Thank you for your honest, searing expression.
I love the line “Nothing has come here lately.”
I love this poem Rebecca. It is so honest and I agree brave. it captures this stage in a woman’s life so well. At least in this woman’s life.