What if this soft, slippery round of belly
could contain laughter so free
it travels to your eyes as tears
to the tips of your toes.
What if this belly
could grow people
not just one
but two whole people
with fingers stretching to the infinite world
eyes waking to the dream all around them.
What if this belly
loved a meal with friends
over a long table of conversation
licking the marrow of life from your fingertips.
What if this belly
was where you buried your sorrows
nestled into disappointment
shame and fear.
What if this belly
resisted expectation
conformity
like the time you refused
to stand
and pledge allegiance.
What if this belly
could heal
from all that you swallowed
that never sat well.
What if this belly
could be the seat
of all you know to be true
all you hold close
with the wild rush of loyalty
and love.
Would that be so bad?
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