Floating plushie

How I birthedFirst the legs, in a sudden fury, jerking the whole, motionless right-side, at first, unheard, silent for too long, feeling all the feels, all the pains and names a birth could give, unherd-ing bit by bit, as if body-packs were now wolf-packs howling, asking for their names.And I named it legged-two, strength-in-weaklings-muscled, light-heavy-foot, raced whispers down the spine, towards the right, banqueting yawns-reflexes, curling-knee as if in the right bend.Then, slowly, steadily the right arm came. You would have expected some other limbs, mid-body, the left leg - numbed is only the feel, cascading over your view:Ocean-deafened song of the SirensInfused with its spit coming to consciousnessSo, the right hand and arm, soft, you wouldn't look at them, you'd carry them as you'd carry an animal, soft and unconscious, little memory left, muscle deprived, buried into bone quakes, ebbing the vessels with blood, flowing in pale skin, bone rocks, rapids of translucent invitations to life and movementThe face came all together, on both sides, tongue stretched outside just a bit of it, clogged between cries stretched inside - sounds, muffled as they were, showed the importance of place: inside-out/All the insatiable heart and strength unfurlingSpace can be void to find its meaning, its functionYou co-exist as part of itYou could let go through the umbilical cord, yet you don'tYou hang on to the humanity of the actThe act of giving birthIts pains; it painsYou fight; you fight it - you ask why love can prove so hard,why sacrifice is on a CrossThis is how I birthedMy fatherThis is how you can birth(anyone else)