You, tiny perfect puncher,
Little softness
Riding around
My ribs middle
Lowing to my insides
Keening and flexing.
I remember you
Soft as you were
Like a love note to my life
Little wonder
Bright day
Sudden star
So short
Your insistent
Pedaling toward
Me
And mine to you
Through the
Curtain of flesh and fluid.
Never doubt I wanted you.
Knew you somehow
As if out of a dream.
A cloudshape I couldn’t
Quite catch, or see.
Until there was nothing left
But burning between
My legs, those strobing lights
And the surgeon’s congealed
Clicking.
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