it is amazing. the variants there
are of girlhood - cracked spectacles leak
glitter, plastic, gel, the virus spreads
with every definition. we are a mixture
of brain and heaving lung - one keeps, one kills the
other. priests say - "are loving and consuming
not the same?" do not swear at my body (my brain,
my blood). you should not name it
(not priest and not another woman).
we must not make more names than there are people
we must not pick a person for a name
lena o. (she/her) lives relatively near an ontarian nuclear reactor. most poetry sprouts from, in no particular order, southern ontario swamps, retro sci-fi illustrations, conversations with girls, the internet, greek myth.