Stug Jordan - Blossom

She listened to them call the swelling
Of her pregnancy a bundle, like laundry
Unfolded before washing, to be spun
Around her belly:

A nauseating godliness inserted like a bulb
Into her Eden, an abscess blistering
Its shoots in a sunless synthesis,
Sprouting as their conversation does,

These past-mothers; as if it was them
Who were opening again, and them
Who might flower in agony.

Stug Jordan

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