Lucifer, please cut all chords of fear of being the mother…

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I,

mother

deep,

kind

gentle,

womb–

slumber in thighs

burrowed,

swallowed oceans,

drowning/

resuscitating

(crawl back where you came from

clarify your insecurities to my pelvis

articulate your plans for the future to my uterus

my cervix will keep your secrets,

it will christen you with saltwater)

I am another type of love,

a match you light on both sides,

in case one blows out

a servant of curves & phalanges/

slow traffic mouth,

poetry tongue

I don’t want metaphors, I want lightning/

immune of headaches and aches and sore joints

anxieties in my chest

are electrical currents whispering

“calm down, it’s all necessary.”

you lick my head of talus,

a curve,

slope,

a getaway

a treacherous climb uphill

into my womb

from such low topography

you are brave

cowardly

strong arms

weak lungs

big cock

small heart

how were you everything I wanted?

how are you everything I’ve never wanted?

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