No. 10 - 11


Melina Draper   


In solitude I contemplate
my body. My gait slows, 
my gaze turns 
inward, downward, extending. 

Knotty tangle of flesh, nerves, bone,
easy fluency of blood,
gentle elasticity of skin,
elemental expansion.

My wandering mind
follows the moon.
In the belly of the whale, in me,
there is room for everything.




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