we quiet creatures
bodies silent
still and with calm hands holding onto
our own hearts
wraped tightly
with arms around our own bellies and ribs
wraped up protected
and silently
waiting to be pulled open
and peeled.
we silent waiting silly creatures locked up
in simple places
wound up in simple string with buttons,
to peer outside and see birds flying with ribbons
in their beaks to build nests
in the springtime allows the air to enter
unbreathing lungs.
i hold out my hand to you
i am full.
stacked inside with chocolate frozen soymilk desert and longing for the man i love.
i am empty.
in wondering about my mother's life and who she has become.
i missed several years growing up too quickly,
spent a single year unconsious and many months dreaming -
only to find myself staring into a mirror, trying to maintain magic eyes - a comfortable blur -
and i am more comfortable than i have ever been,
warmer
and happier at night in bed.
there are warm smells around me most of the time
and i wake comfortable and sleepy -
there is no morning jolt these days.
i welcome my life.