ode to belly
this is an ode
to belly
because stomach just won’t do
this is an ode
to that fireball burning
buried in the shelter of my ribs
to the belated pain
of a thrust too deep
to a latent word
a lesson
born of swallowed pain
a scar
that seams an emptiness
exploded on my life
this is an ode
to raw-ality
to my love hormones
and your survival hormones
to that meeting place
in sighblurspace
where facebook and match.com
finally diss-i-pate
this is an ode
to stretch marks
to pain-noirs
and dead-end roads
this is an ode
to va ant bellies
and blank notecards
this is a broken round
stroked
cryptically
into
aphasia