Fear of Flying

on shredded wings I hang
I hang like a little girl
always a little girl
a little girl on fishing hooks
strung like a marionette
I hang like blood
blood on your fingertips
and blood on your fingertips is so pretty
pretty blood on your worried wrists
I hang almost a woman
never quite a woman
almost a woman in my own mind
almost a woman in Mamma’s womb
but a woman to you
a woman with my own womb
my own womb shredded
shredded like wings