Selkies

Sea creatures, refugees fleeing land
Perch and flail, flipper and fin
We are poised.
Water, we are all water, makes us
Whole. It is not our place 
Women walk the earth, yet
This is how we heal, our flowing fortitude. Slick-skinned and moistening, aqueous
Not aquatic, our lips bruise 
Flesh to wine. Will life always be this precarious 
Towered with home and work, child and mind? 
Pedestaled as madonna
Or flagellated as whore, whose wombs are not our own? 
We who birth, reborn as selkies.


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