birth.

cruelly, our moon-hung
ancient tree fathers a poet
sperm in frail autumn, born in
dustily springlace,
and eyes to this earth
opened to oceanid shame,

I wake
same as I was, peeling
bones and eating air.

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18 responses to “birth.”

  1. Dang, with the word “Cruelly” at the beginning, it reminds me of on of my favorite lines:
    Parent: “I gave life to you!”
    Me: “I didn’t ask for this life!”
    Another great one, Lucy!

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