Fallopian tubes

a poem’

Photo by Ryan Hutton on Unsplash

you were in my pink

fallopian tubes,

sometimes rolling, sometimes falling away from me

to become another being, nakedness had been

emptied from me

as a gift.

the sun took

a cooler breath,

and an extra sixth leg

of stars came out,

sorely in the sky.

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