I dislike bad interpretations -
scripture verses used
to strike the hairy palms
of boys sure to go blind by
spilling their seed
on the ground.
The insolent jerk wouldn't
do the hard thing and put
in the work it takes to create
life. His cream went unused.
Discarded is the only point.
He wasted sperm. I waste milk.
But not because I disobey imperatives.
I can't figure out how to resumé
my skills, gifts and talents.
An incessant drip wets my chest.
If you really are a hungry world
needing what I have to offer -
contact me. I'm a wet-nurse
unbuttoning my shirtfront -
anticipating
malnourished mouths
malnourished mouths
suckling underutilized milk.
Relieve my aching breasts.
