Mother’s Nature
You once told me mother
That life starts and ends
With death
And in the pit of my stomach
I felt what I would call
Your simultaneous love
And anguish now
But at the time,
It was just a child’s belly ache.
I didn’t see it mother
I wasn’t watching
When you buried your past lives
To give me just one and
I had been sleeping
When you held a wake for your dreams
I think I was eating
While you starved yourself and
Drinking as you swallowed your needs but
I understand now mother
You thought you were like everything else alive
And that you were made to be
Split open and
Sucked dry and
Devoured
And that you were meant to
Bend and
Give way and
Wither
And die
And die
And die again
Until you die.
First Love
My mother was my first land
Her body my first abode
Her womb the first place that I belonged
And now I’ve strayed too far from home.
Amelia Numa Hopkins lives in London. The student loan company has her on record as a PhD student of psychoanalysis, her uncle is convinced she’s a writer, and her mum thinks she laughs too loud. Her dog reckons she’s awesome. Amelia just knows she’s interested in this world and the people in it. She likes to write about it sometimes.
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