The year you were born
five planets aligned
in the night sky
before dawn:
Jupiter Mars Saturn Venus Mercury
Cosmic friends greeting
your parents en la aurora.
~
Nausea is a creaking floor:
familiar unease. Dr. Husband
warns against non pasteurized
cold pressed juice, washes
dishes, spares me from
gagging.
~
My pregnant body. Unglamorous.
Sacred temple of growing shit.
This little embryo is the size of
sesame seed, orange seed, or red lentil –
depending the app. My poop reveals only this:
drink more water.
~
Remember,
You are
stars &
I am
vessel.
Shape-shifting
into the cosmos
we share
& are
little one,
fellow traveler
in this space
between
first home &
last, guide me
into my
self.
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