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The lowlands
between my hip bones made high,
the pool
of my navel stretched wide,
rivers
of blue veins over my breasts
meander to a hidden delta.

Shattering
metamorphosis
or layers of shape slowly settling:
a remaking from which I fear I will not recover.

I am a new continent
you have set adrift,
torn from myself
to read the artifacts as I can.

I try to match the fragments
from that coast to this
though to read this strange new world
can not tell me how to live in it.

#1, The Nuclear Family
#2, Fall Campaign
#4, Nightpicture