Sack Of Folded Skin My Body—

Once, this skin held your heartbeat  pulsing one bright dot on a screen amplified, until the room vibrated.    This skin month after month grew you — my body a by-stander. Your elbows and knees  dug under my ribs, my weighted uterus.   In the carrying I was perfect— that fluttering,  that friction. This body […]