My Cervix is an Alien:
A Found Poem

By Jessy Randall

I kept asking Dan last night
if he thought my body
was an alien

and he kept saying no,
but of course that is a lie
because it is not HIS body
so it has always been an alien to him.

I'm the one who is new
to my body is an alien club.
And I keep picturing the alien from Alien.
That's my cervix.

Grrr, my cervix says.



source: email from a friend
 

About the Author
Jessy Randall is the Curator of Special Collections at Colorado College. Her poems have appeared in Antietam Review, Mudfish, and Painted Bride Quarterly, and the 2River View has published an online, illustrated collection of her work, Dorothy Surrenders, at http://www.2river.org. Her chapbook, Slumber Party at the Aquarium, is forthcoming from Unicorn Press -- for more information, go to http://personalwebs.coloradocollege.edu/~jrandall/slumber.html.

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