To Women Waiting at the Gynecologist
Deep inside this cabin, deeper
still into the darkness
arising like fumes, like odor
of woman, broke, harnessed
in a body, by the bodies
of men who believe me
animal, wild, and numb
because my body be
black, be able, be stank after
childbirth, ruined, cast out
into the woods to spoil alone.
My savior wears white coats
bends spoons, bends me, bends spoon
into my crouched hound of body.
White women rest easy in clean
sheets, while spoons scrape through me,
give me new hollows. He
will one day find, in me, how to
mold the tool, the pressure,
his, to relieve those precious as dew
drops settled on dove’s wings
will be gone. And you, innocent
you, lying on cool white
slabs, free legs ready, no remnants
of me in you until
you are pressed wide open, coffee
brewing in the next room,
kind instruments probing you softly.
Jonterri Gadson is Debra’s daughter. She says that because she hopes she makes her mother proud. She likes funny men and men who find her funny. She’s currently laughing at the fact that she took this bio as an opportunity to solicit men, which she believes will also make her mother proud. All of this is made possible by Jonterri’s belief that the universe (and you, person who would actually read a bio) listens. She can be found tweeting at said universe about poetry, teaching, parenting, and her recent move to Iowa @jaytothetee.