A Ukrainian Woman This Way Comes II
I know I am a difficult woman to love:
esoteric and wild, like the Carpathians emerging from winter;
an amalgam of war and bloodshed and sunflower-washed fields,
I bear my village’s rape and pillage by outsiders who couldn’t
speak my language, but forced their culture into the V
between my legs and demanded I give birth to a creature I
couldn’t stand the sight of.