If life is motion, then we
are the tellers of it, that primal spin
in the pit of the pelvis a purposed
flutter more tangible than a plus
on an EPT or circled days
on the Monet calendar. So much
of who we are lifts us from the simmered
organic stew this planet is. We don’t grow
or kill our own food. We don’t bear
in the beds we conceived in, and the closest
most of us get to animal is through sex
or birth, the spaces where all is sacred
and none of it sanitized.
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Excellent !
THank you!
another jewel, deep and affecting.
Thank you! Was in my drafts for a while.
so glad you pulled it up for us.
“the spaces where all is sacred
and none of it sanitized”. I love this line. The life has been sanitized and disinfected out of living. The real stuff can pretty gory, messy and alive.
Yes, and I am glad of every gory, seething second I own of it 😉
stupendous! – you fly with eagles madam
Paul, you are a prince among men to say so 😉
Thank you.
speak, Susan
Aw, thanks. Blushing now.
Excellent work. The Monet calendar line is just inspired!
Thank you, Mama. Means a lot to hear that from you!