China's Daughters
Some of China's Daughters sit in line,
their tongues in bubblegum
they knot their hands
in their skirts
and pop!
bubbled invitations inside
their legged tomb
and then toss
their mirrored face
in bins
and bury those eggs till they are black!
and a delicacy of
the China express:
the female cancer.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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