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HOMEBIRTH

Home is a birthplace since you came to me,

pouring yourself down through me like a soul,

calling the cosmos imperiously

into me so it could reach to unroll

out from the womb where the wild rushes start

in a quick, steady heartbeat not from my own heart.

This is my body, which you made to break,

which gave you to make you, till you bear its mark,

which held you till you found your body to take,

(open at home on my bed in the dark).