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