Mornings
I welcome my mornings
Even though lately
They have become a chore
I want you so painfully
I don’t mind the pain
The swelling
The stillness
I grow all over again
With you
I stretch
and gather
and let loose
Just lately,
I realize I too can be beautiful
With a healthy dose of self acceptance
I imagine strollers and summers
How I will become those women
who looked foreign
whose bodies had been
inhabited
and useful
I spend mornings tucked away
In my own thoughts
I wait for you
knowing
You will come
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