Eggs
Eggs
Styrofoam menstrual cup, dime-a-dozen pink tax
There’s a warrant out for a my womb now
Felony-flavored edible underwear
Thank god I’m not a mother and I can eat my young
Scrambled in a petri dish across state lines
Or fried with a red-hot coat hanger wire at home
Have you hear the rooster’s call?
Sitting on my egg like a toadstool
Look me in the eyes and freeze
It’s ironic that my poem “Eggs” publishes the same time that the news broke about Texas government and the Supreme Court’s abysmal decisions. It’s ironic (or coincidental?) that this is the second time a piece of mine about wombs was accepted the same day that wombs are a hot subject in Texas (the first, “Pass,” being under much less unfortunate circumstances).
Selfishly, today was perfect for “Eggs,” or rather “Eggs” was maybe perfect for today. I’ve been trying to take a break from doomscrolling, so haven’t been posting resources in my Highlights for a few months (sorry about the events and peoples I didn’t share support about in that time, I’m trying to balance my accountability on & offline). This feels like the precise opportunity (and/or cosmic punch in the face) to start back up again. Resources for Texan abortion funds are in my Story/Highlights.
Banning abortion doesn’t stop abortion, it only stops safe abortions. Full reproductive healthcare is essential and reproductive rights are a matter of individual bodily autonomy. Please investigate how you can help get/maintain safe, accessible reproductive healthcare in your state/country (as always, I recommend learning from @plannedparenthood which practices amazing reproductive and sexual healthcare for all).
In related news, did you see Lil Nas X’s announcement today? Another irony of the day. Also king shit 👑
xoxo,
Kylie