The Belly

Garden in Jejudo

Image via Wikipedia

These little hearts
that we carried

under our arms
since day one

has somehow
fallen
into a space
between our ribs
and we can’t see them much anymore

complexity is like
a bedside lamp
one that’s hard to find
in deepest slumber

but so evidently present

once when I was a lad-lass
a microbial tissue
seeking blastocyst

how did I know?
how did I know?

what the average was
what the extreme was

in nanoseconds I was born
with a cushion full of blood and guts
inside an armour and a latch
inside a woman and a man

I was born

to sleep inside a universe

fallen from the bite of the fruit…

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