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When Women Kiss Bellies

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When I was six months in the baby drink

A luckless woman kissed my mother’s belly

changed my fate with lips of smoke and scotch

and I was turned like others at the touch

 

When women kiss bellies, they only hope a bit

When women kiss bellies, the rest is about knowing

the odds of any babies in the dark

the definite wages of men on the march

 

When women kiss bellies they are washing the future

the corpse that will carry an unfolding child to the next life

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A woman kissed my mother's belly

Now lost within days of mercury mirrors

searching for a safe house only slowly burning

its throat an anthem red

its smooth slab of certainty buckling

 

I consider how the world moved infinitesimally

floated everyone in wordless dark unreasoned ways

toward our series of fragile frames

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