Was it you who provided the highway
For the fertilized egg which would later become by six-year-old?
If so, thank you.
Actually, thank you regardless,
For all the eggs you carried,
All the way down.
You did good work.
But also, you are valued beyond your labor.
Thank you.

My husband says I should name my fallopian tube.
Terrance.
But I feel my fallopian tube is likely nonbinary.
Goodbye, Terry.
We are sorry you had to leave.
If it were up to me,
The sack would not have exploded you.
But I am not in control of most things.

And sack, for you,
I give you back to God (the female one),
To go back to that place you just came from.
I need to trust, if you have a need, you are getting just what you need,
And all the loving care.

My six-year-old continues to wake me at 5-6 am each school day,
To tell me about his dreams,
And also the Golden State Warriors.
So I honor both my possibilities
And my limits.

Is getting older just a process of giving away body parts, one by one?
I don’t know.
But I’m feeling like it has something to do with
Giving things away.