Umbilicus

I was important once, not just lumpy scar
hiding in fat, revealing myself in hunger.

Door to a spiral bridge
connecting budding flesh to pulsing organ,

I heard hard boiled eggs and broccoli whisper,
swallowed chocolate flavored blood

to grow this body, a black hole
delivering myself inside out.

Who knew when I began a life link,
I would become a tiny hand holding life’s lint.

I gave you life. You are right
to fill me with jewels.

I am the wounded crown
of your human birth, glorious.

2011

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