No Poetry and England's Dreaming

poem vagina

i was feeling
insecure
so i crawled inside of
your vagina
perfect temperature
vagina
and pearly white pill bugs
vagina
and violet velvet worms
vagina
each commented on
how perfect the temperature
and perfect the aroma
and perfect the decor
vagina
and i crawled
deeper and deeper

inside

and made a nest
of old bubble gum wrappers
and the shed skins
of imperious newts
and you forgot about

me

while i lived inside of
you