These fingers write over everything
Staining these surfaces with my blood
I become ink blots
Tell me what you see here
A tree
Your mother’s wedding ring
A forest fire
Your mother’s hands shaking
The biggest fire in the world
Your mother’s hands as they held your fathers for the first
time
The explosion of a dying star
The day you were born, and the indents your father left in
your mother’s hands as he held onto her
Pulling both your lives into this world.
There is significance in dirt
And how it gets underneath your fingernails
Even if you’ve stayed inside all day
It grows out of you
One day, you will start sprouting seedlings
And I’d have never seen you look so proud
As you pull life into this world.
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