Style: Poetry
Statement: This poem is an ode to human longing. The longing of a trans person for a new body, the longing of an individual for a belonging, and the longing of a body for the original comfort of the womb.
Oh, what could have you been.
Once firm and proud bone
Curved, nested fondly into your
Cocoon of alveolar sacs
Warmth pumped around you
Waxing your perfect unpliance
Water, blood, pleural fluids
Swelled inside and out by life and
Salubriousness
One with the everything and none,
Your exquisite erythropoiesis.
Your before-life.
Your wish.
You were torn from your
Womb to become what you
Are now, a thing of
Unsense
And worse, of unspeak
Your body oozing and
Supple and
Wrong
Tendons and
Weakness and Bones
It calls out for something it
Doesn't
Understand, it doesn't quite
Know
It calls out for home.
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