dudgrick bevins
On soil of future-Rome, my belly swells •
Pregnant with Satyr spawn • they kick
/flip/summersault bouncing off my organs
• body: an inflatable castle • I want birth •
Freedom from mother-guttedness, but
No channel exists for relief • no hole
To ease suffering • no tunnel of
Life • so gentle Pan sharpens his horn —
The left — and Silenus, dodgy old red-faced
Bugger, with wine makes compliant my
Supple skin • then silent slash • sky or
Stomach opens blood-flood sun or
Son — uterine clots for clouds • now •
First time • man, not god ↓ earth ↓
Mother ↓ time — but man — has hung
The heavens! /•\∞/•\ sewn up w/ stray
Goat hairs • scar that sprouts my
Happy trail • all men, hereafter,
Follow in my hirsute • ⅋ weary woman
Womb, recline birthed sublime: my
Faunlings dance about me • drink of
My milks • skitter off to tease the founders
Of a soon great empire. ♂
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Dudgrick Bevins is a queer interdisciplinary artist from Deliverance country in the north Georgia mountains. He lives and creates in New York City. He teaches literature and creative writing to high school students in Harlem, where he is also an MFA student. His writing and photography have been published in two books by bd-studios nyc, Georgia Dusk (with luke kurtis) and Route 4 Box 358. His chapbook, My Feelings are Imaginary People Who Fight for My Attention, is published by Poet’s Haven Author Series. His poetry has appeared in various online and print journals.