My body is a battlefield,
Haunted by echoes of life and death,
And a dream about Schrödinger's cat.
And I'm not there...
Evicted all nice and legal-like,
I leave, but not without argument,
Giving birth to a movement, or in one,
All the while.
My body is a ghost town,
Silence heavy at dusk,
A stark reminder of the boom time,
That primal urge to fuck the ground,
And vanish wordlessly.
And I'm not there?
Val Holtz is a graduate student and research analyst who dreams of a world where women don't have to fight for ownership of their own bodies. She resides in Colorado Springs with her daughter.
