mrs_mia_wallace
Bluelighter
Us, Like A Miracle Baby
We sat in the womb for nine months,
Our legs curled across the other’s stomach
And our fingers digging into unfertilized scalp.
There were complications with the pregnancy,
Our mother was bed ridden and read tabloid magazines, nursing
Her ink-stained fingers on the outsides of mugs filled with chamomile tea.
I remember we kicked each other in the nose,
Using a winding umbilical cord as a whip
And you threatened to ruin my exit by swallowing me like Ishmael.
We birthed as a Siamese twin, our legs fermented into the stomach
And they couldn’t pry the umbilical cord from our buttocks
Even when they used the wrench from the janitor’s closet.
Now we exist in contentment with the knowledge the other is near
And thousands of surgeries performed with our own hands,
Upon us, has done nothing but convinced us we are best in our root form.
You sit across from me, reading a newspaper and sipping my coffee;
The dog is in the backyard and my stomach is swelling.
We sat in the womb for nine months,
Our legs curled across the other’s stomach
And our fingers digging into unfertilized scalp.
There were complications with the pregnancy,
Our mother was bed ridden and read tabloid magazines, nursing
Her ink-stained fingers on the outsides of mugs filled with chamomile tea.
I remember we kicked each other in the nose,
Using a winding umbilical cord as a whip
And you threatened to ruin my exit by swallowing me like Ishmael.
We birthed as a Siamese twin, our legs fermented into the stomach
And they couldn’t pry the umbilical cord from our buttocks
Even when they used the wrench from the janitor’s closet.
Now we exist in contentment with the knowledge the other is near
And thousands of surgeries performed with our own hands,
Upon us, has done nothing but convinced us we are best in our root form.
You sit across from me, reading a newspaper and sipping my coffee;
The dog is in the backyard and my stomach is swelling.
