NaPoWriMo
2024, April 21 Prompt
Something Old
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
–Old English Rhyme
Bread baking bulges my belly beyond bridal breadths.
And old fears say beyond belonging.
And I’m kind of ok with it.Which is new.
My mother is in the audience, along with the other wedding guests but
it’s my body. And it’s all borrowed anyway.
Our time, our ideas, the bodies we call me, I, us.
Water has been calling.
It started with my blue car, then three blue coats, one at a time.
Then my front door and the zoom blue scarf I am knitting for my mother.
And now I want to swim again. In my grown-up body, in my grown-up way.
And I can write where and what I want to with the blue ink and not only in the
chart on the wall by the pool with the skinny columns
date,
weight,
morning heartrate.