15/365: There Was This Way She Had

There was this way she had
of arcing in around her stomach.
an abstraction of timelapsed seed growth in reverse.
We coaxed her in to pin her open
for the delicious thing she must cradle,
her confection,
the little gossip we invented in her belly.
It was the sickness of assuming
that we own what we imagine,
a colonial perversity
that would leave her
as a grub
for crows.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.