here now a body
a testament of light and sound
laid warm in a field like dandelion june
a gift of fingers an feet and eyes
that open and blink and suppose
a miracle of bone and blood and flesh
made perfect and small
like a comet in flight
or a kiss goodbye
made precious even still
a blessing made cursed
and unwanted
see now that body
an epitaph on a woman's heart
laid in waste like a chemical mass
a bio hazard
a disposal thing
more scar tissue than alive
then lifeless
not everything natural can be recycled
not all stains come out in the wash
the heart will carry the ghost of memory
long after a body is disposed of
hear now the echo
witness the nightmares
navigate the space between rock and hard place
see now a body
crouched in prayer position
laid prostrate before whatever god still hears
creating a kind of language
that equates mother
with murder
and mistake
seeking a place where a body is just a body
not what if
or what could have been
something made perfect and small
like a good night's sleep
or a miracle
like forgiveness
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