Hands heart uterus
upside down
right side up
a Haiku
breathing in, up, and out
lack of connection
warming the hands
lifting up my belly fat to try and connect to my uterus
do I ever think of my uterus?
I thought maybe I could connect to it more from my low back
Does that mean something?
Is it tilted?
How deep is it?
U-ter-us
Toys-R-Us
Little uterus toys for educating young girls
Breathe
Billowing
Softly
Not sure what to write
Today, this morning…
Hogwarts and raunchy love letters – yes puhlease
How would you describe my juicy booty?
That’s how we’re together isn’t it?
I was walking – you picked me up.
Said you liked my ‘smile’…
Haha – once I got to know you more – you let it slip that is was my wiggle
and my waste-to-buhdung-kadungk-ratio
You slippery son-of-a-bitch.
Lol.
What was it about you?
It was your respect. It was your nervousness and your kindness. It was the way you just wanted to spend time with me.
We got drunk – well too much to drive and you had the other bed made up for me.
No pressure. No paying for dinner and company with my body.
How strange that this was a new feeling for me?
I slept beside you that first night and felt safe. I cried. It was beautiful.
The next morning, I thought you would have wanted me to leave.
But you didn’t.
You were making breakfast. You were ready to spend the day together.
I was surprised – but in a good way.
So we did – and we had dinner together again that night – didn’t we.
Again, we slept next to each other and I cried.
It was on the third night – the one after Uncle Stinker’s 65th birthday – that the party came back to your place.
We both had too much to drink. The party got a bit out of hand – you passed out first – then I woke you to rejoin your own party.
Your friend took a photo of my hand on your shoulder.
He said I was always finding a way to touch you.
We were together that night, and still are.
where rivers are born 