24/09/2013

counting down

 

my limbs twist gently into
new configurations
fur begins to spread
my head shifts into
a more efficient angle
a forward drift of stance
in the amniotic fluid
of my cocoon
taut like a spring:

the membrane cracks
the transformation will be
complete

soon

I'm ready

to speak

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