Nascence
heaved into being
stripped
like drumstick
like wing
Cartilage
not run not flown
Chewed to a speck
indentured to a thought
: I am :
placenta and rot
I am séance
and rattling chair
I am convulsion
red joy and worry
colon and throat
I am all
that passes through me
whether it be love
famish
or the rumor
that scratched my name
on an eggshell.
Image: Robert Zunikoff on Unsplash
Published in The Closed Eye Open — Maya’s Micros Edition 5, January 2021: https://theclosedeyeopen.com/mayas-micros-ed-5/
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Wow. This is poetry at its best.❤️
Thank you so much, TG. I appreciate your support. D
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Love it! ❣️
This is excellent Devon. I especially love the lines “I am séance and rattling chair I am convulsion red joy and worry” 👌🏻
Thank you, Tom. It is great to hear from you. D
I hope you and yours are safe and well. 🙏🏼
Oh Devon, you are a master of notions and words. One of your very best. 🎈
M.
Thank you very much, Mae. D