|Work by Joan Lyons at Paris Photo 2018|
The womb is often out of its natural and proper place...*
I feel it pull at ligaments.
It's the size of a mouse or turtle
and can turn itself inside out
like a glove. No surprise it wanders.
Think of a glove, conducting,
giving directions, all the places
a mouse and turtle visit,
compared to a womb,
now joined in its ambling
by a kidney, eye, spleen - nomads
seeking relief from a 24-hour contract
to remain in the same body.
Am I cruel to tempt my womb
of all body parts, back to captivity, anchor
it with stitches to this body-zoo,
to its natural and proper place?
* from Virtues Household Physician 1927