the winter anthology
Vol. 1
Lisa Russ Spaar
womb
What antecedent
for this intramural void,
my native, deep-seated
well—null, untenanted,
sulking place, finger-
slip of truancy, of minus—
if not this cave above:
bludgeon of boudoir stars,
chivalric piñata,
quixotic hourglass
infinitely contracting:
negative, vernacular, & lone?