Clean me out every month
because
before I shrivelled up
,introverted
,demured
you forget I was a gateway
to life
supplying nutrients, sustenance
while she read good night, moon, to her belly
while he pressed his head against, pressed his lips to her bellybutton
,to you
before I was cut short I was
maybe even a tunnel for love
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