IVF, mini pill. idk.

You say ovaries as I, here am i, holding the branches.
Cupping the moon in your cheeks, bunches bunches, hunches of your smile.

"Ovaries". Touching the spine, licking the soap.
It is here, I, break the tiles.

You speak it, in the tea, dropping over my knees. It's the swirls of sylabelles, the way your teeth crack,
as i tell you, im not here breaking the tiles.

Author's Note

this is selected in nature because it is nature, i think.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

Blown away once more Safrina
you make the sounds in our heads crack open like a seed which I see in proper frame rates across inner time
I needed to read this again after writing something I felt inspired to write
sometimes it takes that to really wrap my brain around something this involved
nothing wrong w/ smashing bricks [mental blocks maybe] as long as you put the new material[s] to good use