contemplating
one’s navel
an obsession
leading one to meditation
probing and inner longing
let me tell you what happened to mine
i miss my navel
i lost her
my connection to my mother.
the cord place
during a repair
my surgeon needed a space to insert the periscope and without consultation picked a tender spot
i have had a hernia there
a soft mushiness
a thinned out space
it doesn’t feel the same
an abscess formed there beneath the surface
bursting open
instead of a slow ooze a wound not healed when I lost touch
shocked me
no one would believe
me
i sought repair and no one had time
so healing from the inside out
cauterizing the wound healing now years later.
i can say i miss her
my spot my navel wounds
and wounded healers
