I Opt Out
My womb will remain a shell.
I do not want a baby at my breast,
or one tugging at my apron strings.
I want to store in my womb
old poetry and canned goods
in case the world folds its hand.
It must be evolutionary to see
a child sprout to an age mothers once were,
to see them crawl and then to drive.
But I opt out of the lifetime ordeal.
It’s not a woman’s duty.
That’s not what we’re in existence for.
Amanda Tumminaro lives in the U.S. She is a poet and short story writer and her work has been featured in The Write Launch, The Radvocate, and Cottonwood, among others. Her first poetry chapbook, “The Flying Onion”, will be released through The Paragon Journal in April of 2018.