Josefina

Emily

lisette by jonathan

Yaris

Jennifer M

Church, greece

Adriatic

Anais P and Ashley Smith, Spring 11

Cousin Ruthie

Anais Pouliot

Ajak

Sharon Kavijan

As Is

I cup my hands to where your hair is laying,

softly living  as the bottom of the ocean.

No warm fuzziness of your mother

to keep you shy.

I cup my hands around your hair to imagine

bald

and the day you pressed out.

This invasion of the earth 

that will shoot you up and stick into the mud

to prove your body is strong enough.

Because it is.

You are no egg.

No egg whites.

No yolk.

You are always everything.