poem to my uterus (Lucille Clifton)

I love Lucille Clifton. Her poems have a voice that is so straight-forward, so unglossed. You can picture an older lady on a bus using her lines to describe what ails her. Not really polite conversation, but funny and honest. Much like her poem for today, "poem to my uterus".

I can't really add much because it's all laid so bare in the poem. It's short and poignant and funny and gives you a real sense of the speaker - what kind of woman she is.

Stylistically, I also like her non-use of punctuation. How in the first line, there is no comma, but that long gap acts just like one. How there are no capitals, which makes this poem about an uterus less brazen and more personal - like she is telling her diary and it's your fault for being offended since you were peaking at her private thoughts.

Favorite line: "you      uterus / you have been patient / as a sock"

you uterus you have been patient as a sock

you uterus you have been patient as a sock

you uterus you have been patient as a sock