Are You Surprised by our Elasticity?

What do we choose to hold 

and what weight do our bodies bare out of survival?

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I too knot, twist.

Stretch, rip, hang, fold. 

Whats this space in the middle?

I wanna learn.

But they made wombs illegal.

Still we’ll whisper, 

write then burn

make sculptures in secret

They won’t know when they see it

But we’ll know and we’ll feel.

The women are real.