The Altar

Broken-bodied
woman. Broken,
body-ed woman...

Broken bodied woman,
please, 

reclaim
your pelvic
throne.

You needn't shield 
your breast from
the suckle-ing world.

Broken
Bodied
woman, sweet,
kiss the tears
of those crackle-ing
bones,

let your blood draw its desperate
and regular
breath 
from an ache

for the 
sacred 
twin flame.
 
Broken bodied
woman, release

this hot and tender heart
- complete - 
to the world 
that will break
til it opens.

Let your mind nuzzle up
in the arms of the ones
who can rest in the lap
of your alchemy.

Broken-bodied woman, child, 
Step again
toward the hum 
of your own song of grace.

Limp your way
toward the seeds 
that will teach you
to pray
for the tears, sweat, and care 
that can move you 
to break
​
for the loving that holds us together.