when you drag the womb 

of your womanhood  

down the Gratification Aisle.

You pick a price-slashed clitoris

since the one Ma gave you 

got kicked in the shin 

after you and David failed 

to fuck a baby into reality 

through those hot pandemic months of 2020.

          Does that make you a failed slut?

You ought to host a slut conference 

so experts finally define 

who falls in / who falls out.

Your purchase slaps

onto the checkout counter.

A male employee 

stares back

as if he ravishes 

to cage all your unmarried orgasms. 

          Does this make you a confined slut? 

Home unlocked,

you slip your pleasure into place

when the bank calls:

Your account is terminated.

We don’t support sluts

in the twenty-first century.