almandine fetus in need of folic acid and iron,

you are dizzying!

featureless murmur in my belly swirling,

one day in September, your fingers will unfurl

soft and pale as gardenias in winter

suctioning through fissure and fuchsia cannon

with an attitude like you've done this before

and this world is an inconvenience

too angry to be a Shannon.

dented brow, coned crown doused in fluid

a soaked jewel squeezing breath from new lungs

siphoning the beauty from everything by being,

benign eyes set behind unruly lids

glass irises take in the mirror of my face

the holiest embrace I will ever hold.