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My body is holy

And bleeding

I find solace in the

Soft pinkness

Of my

Stomach

Its patient fertility

And soft spoken resilience

Delicately protruding

With the strength and dependability

Of a machine

The fragility

Of a flower

And the supple newness

Of a child

I am humbled

By its perfection

When so much could go wrong

It wakes me up each day

And puts me to sleep at night

My dearest friend

My first love

My home

And destination

All contained

Within one

Frame of bones