Sunday, March 20, 2011


Your bones are nearing six
years long- shoulders, like bird wings
purged of brown
fat, grey matter
claiming cells

language becomes you
boy, raging against me
neurons firing in the dance
of differentiation, you- splitting
from the mother self

Elias- child of my body, offspring
of loneliness
your stem cells still swimming in my veins

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