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Saturday, May 16, 2015

Dry Ground

My breasts and womb
have dried up. I'm finished
nourishing new life.

I grieve the familiar
ways my body produced
these miracles.

Now - if only my false self's
ego would pause, dry up and be
done confusing me -
I could be fruitful again.