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POETRY

navel gazing
by MaryAnn McKibben Dana

it used
to be quite
the specimen,
if i may say so:
a shapely oval,
not too deep,
pierce-able,
in fact.

but now,
alas, the whole
topology's changed:
a round gaping hole that
exposes a fleshy pink core
where i was bound, tethered
to my mother for dark months
'til at last i broke free; and now
i ponder this peculiar mountain
zenith, this reminder that my
body is not mine anymore.
we are marked in such
absurd ways as
mothers.

MaryAnn McKibben Dana lives in northern Virginia with her husband, Robert, and two daughters, Caroline and Margaret. A writer and minister, her work has appeared in Literary Mama, numerous print journals, and the book My Red Couch: And Other Stories on Seeking a Feminist Faith. You may read another of her poems here.