By CLARA SEELY-KATZ
Staff Writer
In the earth,
every molecule of my body
presses together, forming some
sort of malleable human figure-
solidifying in stature, and personal stance,
I come,
babbling out of the cracks,
incoherent sentences dribble over my lips like saliva-
my skin tightens around my cheeks,
pulls snugly across my shins
as my eyes clear,
and tufts of hair sprout all over my freckled body-
I unlearn suffering
as I unlearn love-
relearning myself,
I shrink again-
growing opposite of my peers,
I grow small,
as I gain more knowledge
I can’t seem to
remember where I come from-
that’s when I learn
the fine line
between being
and not-
what a pleasure to balance on the line.
right before conception,
the unmeaning of my life
hits me,
and all I can think of is-
Elizabeth • Dec 19, 2019 at 9:47 am
Best poem ever.
Sarah • Dec 19, 2019 at 9:46 am
Wow, inspired!