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Meena Alexander - Young Snail |
A body cupping a body
does not make two
that would be error
too grave to be borne
given your season.
two lives in one body
might be closer to it.
You are tucked and seamed
in my blood,
when I dance in my sleep
firelight in my hair
and all my joints crackling,
I am not other than I am.
You recognize this for a fact
as you toil
growing sturdier by the inch
young snail.
When you touch the air
I shall be your mother,
a disparate body
broken by blood.
.....Young Snail by Meena Alexander
