Birth

It's funny, no one remembers what it was like to be separated, your bloodline cut with sharp blades, making you breathe on your own. A body now becomes two, the home you once knew is now outside of you. It's funny cause, if we remembered, maybe loss wouldn't hurt so bad. Maybe the familiarity of…

Connected

Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…