Out of her womb came I
in a storm of blood and DNA
and twin screams of female agony
into a second womb of four walls
designed for additional gestation,
where I floated in seas of milk and tears
till my body grew thick with womanhood
pregnant with my own potential
belly swollen with eternal hunger
and I crammed my head into the doorway
for a glimpse of the world beyond
so I could be reborn,
every bulge and curve and muscle straining
through the narrow tunnel to life
into the horrible, brilliant world,
screaming and crying for both mother and child
until emerging naked as Eve,
first of her generation
wide-eyed and shivering but fully formed,
still cradling the soft flesh
around my tender navel
where I cut one woman from another
to birth my future from my own womb
