Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP8- Dordéan, do Chroí - A Hummingbird, your Heart

Cord Blue, your eyes Blue, your lips Blue, your fingers Blue, your toes Blue Blue Blue. The doctor cut the umbilical cord. When I opened my eyes, you were gone, your body thrown into some dark hollow. Connect the cord, come back to me. With handfuls and armfuls of cord, I draw you back and reabsorb you limb by limb – muscle into muscle bone into bone blood into blood. I wrap that cord tightly, knot it around my heart – a bond that will never be broken. Invisible. Indivisible. 7

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