Art In Display
my insides feel raw
as i watch
over and over
the
gift
of our
art
to the
world
it is the same feeling
after my daughters were born
and I brought them
out into the world
for the first time,
my inner thighs
were still moist from birth
and my womb
had not yet unbloomed
their bodies
and my body were
still at one
as the cocooner
and the cocoonee
and the beauty irony
of the catipillared butterfly
leaving behind
the dregs
of
motherness
began the journey
of
separateness
as i watch
over and over
the
gift
of our
art
to the
world
it is the same feeling
after my daughters were born
and I brought them
out into the world
for the first time,
my inner thighs
were still moist from birth
and my womb
had not yet unbloomed
their bodies
and my body were
still at one
as the cocooner
and the cocoonee
and the beauty irony
of the catipillared butterfly
leaving behind
the dregs
of
motherness
began the journey
of
separateness
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