A chrysalis doesn't ask questions.

Poem and photo

A chrysalis doesn't ask questions.

Becoming is ugly. 

I have bruises from where I learned

not to fear scarcity.

Knowing how to trust leaves marks

that turn to scars.

There's an itchiness to confinement that hums beneath my skin.

Maybe that vibration is--

Buzzing to get out.

Buzzing to not have doubt.

Cooking takes time.

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Photo by Michelle Tsiakaros, 2011