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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
This poem is about:
Me