Gone Missing Poetry
Missing Parts
Missing where I was
We’re all missing parts.
We’re all parts missing from somewhere.
We’re babies missing the womb,
missing from the womb.
The womb remembers, misses the fullness,
the wholeness she holds in the hollow.
First and last lines from Lisa Allen Ortiz’ poem, “Sternocleidomastoid”
Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum and Chewers & Masticadores. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news.
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