Glass

You explained to me
how my ovaries work
because I really didn’t know.
Described the egg release.
Drew me a picture
of tubes and pelvis,
my interior
working. You said
you were jealous.
I laughed, crumpled,
tossed your picture.
A year later
tossed you, forgot
how my ovaries work.

Today I saw
a stained-glass window,
greenblue and purple,
shaped like your picture
of ovaries.
Felt terrible.

 

Chaffey Review, spring 2010