Thursday, January 4, 2018

To birth a being

To birth a being
It takes something
I don't know
But I did know then
A shape
Conjuring
A scarf of a wail
pulled forth from my throat
Easy easy now
But holding back isn't
The stiches looped
Will melt back in
But that being --
He's on the outside now,
Waxy, purple-ish,
And soon untethered

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