I've only known my body in terms of
"Healthy"
"Sexy."
Breasts
something to be smoothed and propped with a push-up
bra. The uterus ignored
next to its flashy cousin: clitoris.
But now I am witnessing
Ovulation>Jubilation>Gestation>
and petit fours
passed
with this advice:
Have him massage your vaginawiden itevery night.
Toughen your nipples now. Chafe with a twisted towel.
Don't worry: some women can't help but defecate during childbirth.
Another manipulation
of these bodies>our temples>our currencies:
from splayed/sprayed HAIR on the first date
to "It's-easier-this-way-with-a-bab" buzz cut.
Greek girls used to clip their hair before marriage,
signifying sacrifice.
Is childbearing now a woman's sacrifice?
Liberation
or Occupation,
which way will I vote?
I lean against the door,
watch her hips shift as she tries to sit
down
comfortably
watch her the way a child watches grass grow,
and I swear I see it, I do:
her rib cage pelvis separating spreading to make room,
bone pulling from bone
self separating from self.
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