Forgive Me

Forgive me.

I once struggled to understand.

What happens to a body

When it’s no longer in the form

I’ve been taught to know and tend a body.

Forgive me.

I’ve since learned

That it can live in the wilted bed of morning glories.

It can shape-shift from seed to womb to light.

It will grow where planted if I can stand it.

Or better yet

Curl the imperfect form of myself around it.

To allow a life to take shape together.

Me forgiven and her.

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