Gates

Ghost in a gutter in a sidewalk
once I taped my body 
like dozens of wires now
I lie down palms flat 
atop vessels of pavement

I can tell you so much about
wiring also about breathing
forests into your lungs, they
haunt your lungs like the child
my mother never gave birth to,
I’m not convinced that it’s not
still in her womb. they called
it a miscarriage but sometimes
I see the child when I’m taking
a bath; stare at my fingers
and the wrinkles are newly
discovered bodies coddled
by electric fences

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤
Daily Prompt: Gates

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