Oh, the elasticity of birth.
Where we can pull on
the slack of the cord
and snap.
Finally, pull back from
Mother, leaving a scar
on our middle.
Oh, but some end up
with it tied tight around
our necks.
Mothers
end up with scars
in middle places,
and so then we
end up with lines
on our faces.
Lasting ones,
traced into adulthood.
And then more scars,
will come.
whether we are,
accident prone,
or left on our own.
To our own devices.
Monday, May 17, 2010
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