I said farewell
to my sperm donor
today.
No! he was not my husband
nor my lover
but he was my beautiful, reliable
personally selected
sperm ATM machine.
it was not love
nor mad passion
but a gentle transaction.
I gave him compliments
and money, lots of money
and he gave me each time
some of that precious
thing with feathers--
he gave me hope.
Farewell. my almost lover
not your fault, nor mine
that your sperm and my egg
remained strangers
in the labyrinth
of my hungry womb.
Good bye and good luck
today you feel like a husband
after all.