The Unbecoming

Those two blue lines beat on brightly in my eyes

and I beamed

the smile stretching over the bruised and bare parts of me.

colorful bottles, books on birthing plans

and baby showers with bunnies in blue frostings

baby-proofing the sharp corners

beseige me, but

in a blur, a blink, my blessing was a breath away

but the blossom ballooning inside

was always meant to unbecome

to burn slowly and blissfully until broken

in a beat

I am binded to this breathless state

this bleary-eyed reality

so beruft and bowed

I shall burrow in this bottomness

this empty unbelonging, where a beginning

was met with a burial, brisk and breezy

the brink of brilliance and bitterness

my baby, my. beloved, my beautiful blue lines

my blessing, just beginning and unbecoming.

I shall live forever bound by this becoming so undone.