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Becoming A Poem
by Constance Moore
Open in the hallowed cavity
that contains
breath and beat
lodge in the back of my throat
catch words too hard to swallow
unwrap the windpipe
exhale
unfurl sticky tendrils
buried inside my belly
fill the gaps with strange sounds
waiting to be formed
meander up my spine
slip under shoulder blades
stretch limbs alongside mine
pull me skyward
seep into the area between skull and mind
coat the squishy grey matter and the empty space
before synapse and spark
thought and word
you or me
by Constance Moore
Open in the hallowed cavity
that contains
breath and beat
lodge in the back of my throat
catch words too hard to swallow
unwrap the windpipe
exhale
unfurl sticky tendrils
buried inside my belly
fill the gaps with strange sounds
waiting to be formed
meander up my spine
slip under shoulder blades
stretch limbs alongside mine
pull me skyward
seep into the area between skull and mind
coat the squishy grey matter and the empty space
before synapse and spark
thought and word
you or me
