Earthborn MAG

March 29, 2010
By Marissa Fielstein BRONZE, Merrick, New York
Marissa Fielstein BRONZE, Merrick, New York
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I was born of little seeds, the eggs
of the earth/my soul emerged first,
my body followed/my hands stitched

them together/sewed feathers in
the crease between/taught both to mount,
swoop/I wrestled gravity at first, the middle
man in a three-legged race, strangled legs
grabbing for ground, but now:

I am the woman on the
moon/I bear no roots,
no cord, just comets

to ride/I won’t hang
on little suns, will not
wilt in their absence/I am the fire,

raging/rolling down celestial
highways/exceeding the speed,
but I am unbounded/stitches didn’t stay,
body breaks/feathers rain down,

embed themselves in the soil/
waiting/so more earthborn babies
can dig them up, use them to raise away.



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