nesting

she said she doesn’t know herself

but you were once in the womb of your mother’s mother.

couldn’t you hear the distant echo of your soothing mother’s mothers voice?

couldn’t you feel the warmth of your mother’s hands as she touched her stomach?

couldn’t you see the strange faces but recognise the familiar bodies staring down at you as you were embraced?

you sync into one with them

whilst you all exist as three

and the way you live your days is the revised version of those who came before you

learn them how they learnt you

if you know them, you know yourself

one nesting doll after the other

we were all once in the womb of our mother’s mother

barasho horteed ha ii nicin – get to know me, before you reject me