Oh,​

​

Oh,

Oh,

I remember

(now)

what it felt like to take it out of myself –

like a rib

Or two ;

like a blue lagoon

siphoning out of my blood

 

I remember the ventilator; the

way creating feels

like an elevator ;

the way motion is carrying you,

(but didn’t you press the button?)

(but i didn’t make the buttons)

(but i didn’t make the elevator)

(do i get credit for pushing the button?)

 

Oh,

I remember now

the feeling of

feeling

like I

had any control

over what was tumbling out of my body

and at what point

it would take shape

and if the shape would be recognizable

who would name it

first?

 

(name, or recall?)