Thursday, February 24, 2011


I'm comfortable with the sound of my feet
hitting the ground ,
and with the size(and shape) of my breasts:
small and round, pink and shy.
The moon pulls out part of my uterine wall
every single month -
I'm used to that, too,
and how my skin eloquently
covers my bones without complaint.

I'm the dirt and also the air,
so, I'd like to say, my body
will be around forever -
filling the lungs of your children
and lighting up the poles
and making its way to the core of the sun
where hydrogen changes to helium.
Let me be immortal.

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