The body met with an alter of the image of the body
What we see when we seek reflection
The ever a whisper an incandescent eye droop
Gravity seeking its own breasts cupped so the light can
laugh too
How time makes us empathic for women we once reviled
Neglect and its chambers of dropped infants
The insouciance of stubbed cigarettes as woman spooned the creamed
peas
Time is making my ankles heavy where I ripped and ripped out
my roots
Extirpated that woman in the kitchen smock
Extirpated that idea of seeking permission
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