Not a Baby Doll

I growl through another nightmare in the bathtub. I give birth to more fetal flesh

then use it like shampoo for a witch.

Does this make me evil? Am I a bad daughter for not wanting what you want?

I don't want to give birth

to a new life form the way you gave birth to me. Am I selfish for thinking my own words are more interesting than cooing sounds?

I narcissistically waste my own fecundity

on manifold pages and ignore the crying babies

that can't speak for themselves yet.

Juliet Cook's poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications, including Arsenic Lobster, DIAGRAM, Diode, FLAPPERHOUSE, Menacing Hedge and Reality Beach. She is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and books. You can find out more at

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