NaPoWriMo Day Five

The body met with an alter of the image of the body

What we see when we seek reflection

The ever a whisper an incandescent eye droop

Gravity seeking its own breasts cupped so the light can laugh too

How time makes us empathic for women we once reviled

Neglect and its chambers of dropped infants

The insouciance of stubbed cigarettes as woman spooned the creamed peas

Time is making my ankles heavy where I ripped and ripped out my roots

Extirpated that woman in the kitchen smock

Extirpated that idea of seeking permission