Kindling
Poem by Katherine Tanney
It is hard to imagine I was ever inside of her
baking preconscious
in a stew of her sovereignty. She breathed me into being
sometimes with nicotine
slippery pumpkin seed, tiny tethered seahorse
Knowing her as I now do, I try to picture my lima bean self
individuating in the dark
shape-shifting toward vertebrate status, my contours refined
by sudden strikes
of electrical pulse emanating from her churning surface
I was inside of her
beneath the skin and fat
vaguely aware of muted shouting
Oh I LOVE this! It rekindles my own past musings on this topic, but have never written about it. Brilliant. Intimate.
Intriguing! Not a place I've wanted to explore but glad you had the courage!