Grow, grow from seed.

Two—one part from me

–one part from you.


Grow, uterus, grow.

In a water balloon of life,

Hide her in there,

Let her play and sleep,

Even just a little while longer.


Grow, uterus, grown.

Anchor those steaks of round ligaments,

Swell out a tent of muscle,

Push my intestines aside,

Spread that diaphragm wide.


From a pear to a watermelon,

Protect that little walnut inside.

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