Ovulation.

As buxom, nectar-pregnant grapes rupturing beneath molars
My ovaries spitting out infinitesimal pellets,
Soaring Ova like mascerated melon seeds.

Barely-audible sonic booms splinter hips,
A ping-pong match
Sharp-shooting in my pelvis,
Fallopian tubes twist like strands of hair
Doing the Jive around my
Index finger.

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