Keep theology out
of our biology
these body politics
have me thinking
of all the riots
that flew by us
somehow we surpassed
that then came back
like a snag
on a pashmina
but it’s my uterus
snagged by father patriarchy
suffocating
mother matriarchy
redefining autonomy
telling us what
should and shouldn’t be
a part of me
and how it’s not my body
to own
That somehow
whether viable or
nonviable
we are primed to be
handmaids
sowing the threads
of our submission
held hostage by
the Commander
commanding policies
found in newsprint
running and smudging
fading and staining
like rationed coffee beans
somewhere in my great aunt’s
basement
Keep theology out
of our biology.
© Lindsay Soberano-Wilson