Womb
BY SAMANTHA CHEN
In a forest sound only travels so far and so far only rabbits can hear what you are
expressing So set fire to your hands what you are so desperately hiding What
is disguised as a moth or a man will burst into light and now you are blind and
still a man Who touches your face gently with a razor Who cradles your body
with such preconceived conviction You are no prophecy The earth swallows
images whole And if a building is never saved maybe it’s never built So riddle
me this If you are a bird trapped between a rock and a prayer what kind of tree