It’s strange to think that everything was already fully formed.
He was born on Christmas Eve, an irony of sorts.
This was not my idea of a miracle birth, and yet…
The changing colors gave way to the colder winds, and the infant-fruit grew its yearly fat-slick to ward off the chill.
They come off the line like this.
19/12/2010 Image – “Amniotic” by Elizabeth Collins
I wore my hair up, with white flowers twisted in at the back and a slender ivory column of a dress for which I had eschewed chocolate and red wine for 8 months so that it hung in just the right way from my hipbones.