I am ovular, a belly stitched, membrane and organ, bosom
Talc-scented crook of neck, cushion, stretched shawl, amnion
I am tension held, rotund, swollen and spread
I am reciprocal, confessional
Puffed-up and ready for collision
I am patient-room-number-five
I am hard work
I am a mistake
Organic solace and protector
I am your mother, your egg-filled daughters and your primal ancestors
Wound and scar
Measurement of time, my seconds are crystallised
[Louisa Holecz 2017]
Photograph by Pipa Álavarez
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