The Anvil
by: Pang Emma Wang
I hated the hair
that had begun to grow
Down there
where my womanhood slept
until eight days after I had turned fourteen
when she stirred and crept,
an anvil anxious to be carried.
by: Pang Emma Wang
I hated the hair
that had begun to grow
Down there
where my womanhood slept
until eight days after I had turned fourteen
when she stirred and crept,
an anvil anxious to be carried.