1000. by brian mumford

these things don't just happen,
the water can turn to mortar
and the songbirds can all turn to buzzing houseflies,
but these things don't just happen the way
that butterflies come
out of their wings to become caterpillars.
these things are like pots and pans
full of wax and incarnadine paper,
brimming over and boiling with the cold fluidity
of sunlight through a tiny hole in tin foil.
these things don't just
come about in the simple dim nursury
that was the birthplace of the sun and moon and stars,
these things take nurturing
a thousand times more delicate,
and these things will
swallow you whole to justify the way you feel for yourself,
these things eat
your love
and your shit
through
the same mouth.
learn how to force a more genuine smile, then give birth, my love
one thousand times or more.

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