Curtis Wehrfritz_nIn the lake of my mother’s amniotic fluid
I drew myself into a shape.
Wrapped into layers of hope
with nerve-ends glossed with heat,
I took every blow with tears of reluctance,
prayed for an intervention and promised
not to question if this is all I shall ever know.

I grew tender…tenderness is hard to keep at bay,
it spills over the limits and then apologizes…



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