Breech Truth
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I think I began to show
sometime into the new year?
I wanted to be unconscious of bearing
[conception was decades back]
I felt ugly
The vain carrier
I tried to cover it with thick layers
saying the weight was leftover
Over time it calcified
with dull lithing kicks
being the only real record of its dim gestation
Then with the summer
there was something in being warmed naked
and I felt it find it's anterior gate
opening the chance to slip through
I shouldered with love
and we pushed free this still truth
Then from the enveloped release
I glanced down
and I watched the fleeing tidal breech
relentlessly floor it's mother