There is a watchful woman
who lives inside my belly,
coiled and taut as a snake.
“Little goddess,” I say, “what do you see?
Show me how to be free.”
A Collection of Poetry and Prose
There is a watchful woman
who lives inside my belly,
coiled and taut as a snake.
“Little goddess,” I say, “what do you see?
Show me how to be free.”