Our Mother
translated from the Catalan by Mary Ann Newman
Our mother who art in heat
blessed be your cunt
your epidural, your midwife,
may your screams reach us,
your love, your strength.
Your will be done in our uterus
on earth.
Give us this day our everydays,
and let not the sons of bitches
abort love, make war,
no, deliver us from them
now and forever,
Vagina.
A[wo]men ...
Copyright © 2024 by Mary Ann Newman. Originally published in The Common (Issue 28). Used with the permission of the poet and The Common.
Dolors Miquel
Dolors Miquel is a Catalan poet. She has published more than twenty collections, including La dona que mirava la tele [The woman who watched TV] (Edicions 62, 2010); La flor invisible [The invisible flower] (Bromera, 2011); Sutura [Suture] (Pagès, 2021); and Ictiosaure [Ichthyosaur] (Edicions 62, 2020), winner of the Serra d’Or Critic Award and the Catalan Poetry Critic Award.