Dominique LarntzĀ * January 11, 2012 * “Love Letters To My Body”

Zygote Dreams


My father is wholeness
and my mother is love
and all the damage
in the world can only kill me
it cannot unmake me.


I sleep to repair
and remember who I am –
where I was conceived –
and to even out the tremors
of variety and experience
that for a brief instant
allowed me to construct
a story only as permanent
as weather.


I awaken over and over
into the spirit of conception –
now, eternally –
that returns us
to comfort.