Meridian Lines

 

I have been opening the meridian lines

Gathering knowledge 

Stretching the lines of communication like the marks on my hips

 

Gaining greater understanding,

 of who the hell I may actually be

 

I am collecting all the pieces of myself

Bits from here and there

I am putting them back together again

with tiny much needed kisses 

and boxes of ribbon

 

I am sewing up the space

 left in this empty cradle 

that has been cut deep in my womb

 

I am filling it up with the sweetness of spring

Gathering blossoming flowers

crocuses, camelias, plantain and honey

 

I’m eating only love from now on

Filing in the small cracks, of all my walls

Spackling them with golden light and tenderness

 

All the mouse holes are being covered up

They are being evacuated as I write this

 

I’m sealing up all the windows and the doors to keep the heat in

 

At night

I’m cutting all my cords,

unplugging all my lines

Until there is only me

 

Until I am full of warmth 

and this body is once again my home.