Origin Story

my family’s word for an unborn child is speck / so I grew out of a gold void / a kind of molten metal / and a mother’s soft slow wanting / a single dandelion seed blooming / into a forest fire / I was raised a small creature / my sister’s twin shadow / my brother’s hand wide enough to block out the sun / green-eyed monster / canyon echo of what has come before / queen of the jungle gym / certified crybaby / skinned-knee celebrator / ant-hill agitator / with a crown of ringlets / everything the light touches / must belong to itself / this is how I learned to call my body what it is / collection of anxious nerve endings / miracle of soft tissue / and alive / alive still / after all

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