deumbiliclation

 the child in me will always latch onto the next pressure point

though i long for release from external pressures

in their absence my mind automatically searches 

for another womb to blame

for my softness and nakedness and inability to feed myself

let me be a toddler falling around on their knees

i want to scratch them on the surface as the muscles and joints strengthen inside

let me make noise and be ungraceful like it's to be expected

let me take all the steps rather than dress myself

as an adult whose adult clothes

are just another womb

let me be naked and rely on my own hands and feet

a child everlearning from every game's defeat