… beat of my heart formed the
bone of your breast
child of my insides now
outside at rest
Three quarters hidden
fourth quarter near
tick tock the time
of the clock brought you here
Wrapped to the chin
in a spiral of linen
grave clothes and baby’s toes
and jeans to feel thin in
My body curves around
your sleeping form
your body writ in
my cuneiform
logo and consonant
syllable and sign
call for translation
bequeath their design
Circle my corpus, now
round like the womb
here was the lyrical spherical tomb
blood filled with water
water with life
this blood watered husband
this daughter and wife
Come round with flowers for this ritual of being
gaze past my shoulder in the practice of seeing
the oracle’s signs, with her sticks thrown down
tell of eyes made of seas, of soil and sound
One birth of redemption
my sins were past due
one birth washed in blueing
to make me white new
two times a mother, and mothered anew
twice fears another has helped me undo
Trusting the sleeper to breathe on his own
trusting the seeker to find what we’ve sown
sleep on your stomach
asleep on my chest
child of my insides now
outside at rest
Beat of my heart formed the
bone of your breast
child of my insides now
outside at rest
