find feeling and follow
the words, a parallel furrow
dug into the body
not to wound but to attest
that this event has meaning
drawn beyond the geophysics
marks my marrow
||interpret these lines||
poems about motherhood
and hardly any about
how it is an alien occupation
shifting tissue into your brain
yes, truly, I am centred in my frame
/mark these deletions
they are where I was brute
and woman
no one wants it/
trust the body
connect this breath to that word
and make that spider thread
a braid of wonder
