– la luna –

In the crevasses

Womb space

Fingers, fists of ancestors


Demanding attention

A space at my table


Remember us

Remember yourself

The you that existed

Before they numbed

Your instincts

Your moon cycles

Your wild wisdom

In the name

Of sensibility

Their palms outstretched

Grasping, pleading

Convulsing in my belly

Reclaim the power

Passed down to you

And bring us back

Into the light

Your light

Your knowing.

Never to be made small again.

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