in spite of myself

in the midst of a terrible drought

when all things seemed to wither

in a sort of woeful unison

I became fertile

and impenetrable

in spite of myself

on the Achilles heel of strife

where vitriol seemed to tether

in a sort of malignant belonging

I became immune

and dauntless

in spite of myself

at the point of no return

when forlorn chords seemed to linger

in a sort of star cross’d paradox

I became serene

and transparent

in spite of myself

in coalescence temperature

and on the dawn

of my heart’s own holocaust

in an age of undeserving

having consummated with grace

I became pregnant

with an impeccable recovery

in spite of myself

a. duncan, 2018






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