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