theory of a fetus
it’s the summer of sixty-one
and I’m still in my mother’s womb
I often wonder if one day
I’ll totally recall the experience
as if I were chilling there yesterday
hanging out most of the time
sideways or upside down
every now & again
doing slow motion somersaults
or at least imagining so
back then nobody was taking pictures
so they couldn’t possibly
see that carbon instrument
attached to my left hand
surgically removed right after birth
but that’s not hindered me
from chronicling life in so many words
putting to rest any notion
that forward motion can come & go
as she pleases
june two thousand twenty
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jdubqca 
beautiful poetry that has brought my mind to nature where I had lived before. I love it.
thank you friend
Most welcome friend