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2011-10-24T20:34:58-07:00October 24th, 2011|Parenthood, Relationships|

Birth

She is ripe
but lean
like that clip I saw once
of a python
that swallowed a deer
a body travelling
through
her.

All of her organs
are hands
pushing
pushing
from the inside
out.

I didn’t see the part
the finale
forceps
I imagine taking a cob of corn
out of the pot with tongs
only more
heroic.

I stare at his half face
a crescent moon
the rest of him buried
under her breast
the quiet tick
of swallowing.

His hand
too small for his skin
rests on her chest
like a tiny pale glove
as though the body arrives first
sends word
to the magic

it is safe
there is love here
please come
fill me up.

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