MUDDY MUSE CREATIVE

i catch a drip to hold

             i slip on the remains 

where did you learn to run that fast?

my legs are on stilts the kind you buy in your mind

i cry: for the miscarried abdomen to uterine lining

a prayer: allow me to bleed until my insides from your cave 

for long nine months

i beg you please do not leave until you have rooted lungs and fatty tissue between my hips

my lips are held in a straw 

vacuum sealed

              brow furrowed 

                          i weep