they used to ride her arms to
forests to festivals to
oceans to sky
with grit sweat
all things frenetic all things
sweep drift rest
the ones on the belly
(fertility beads she only conceived
when they
came off)
shimmied around abdomen listening
to her hips to her gut those beads
wrapped her skin
glinting colour collecting clues
and secretly gathering voice touch
answers
they hold moments have memory
hold you in time hold you
in place
and what of the ties that bind
the cord that threads the
glass the clay the
skin the voice the
dirt the heart
aura is visceral
those beads
write poems all over her skin
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