sister, all the water, blood and juices
oozing from you body are
freely becoming one.
and in a sea so fiercely curious,
you stand at the shore –
the culmination of all the whispers
and limbs and bones that brought
you into being.
imagine for a second, sister, that
you are not just a body.
you are a collection of synapses
and bacteria, a walking planet.
and inside, did you know, sister, that you are
layers of all the things? like
sandstone and mudstone, layered and
eroded, layered and
pieces of fossils are your very
these tools, this dust that sits within you.
don’t you know you’ve always had
everything you needed?