These Are My Hips by Jessica Wiseman Lawrence

When I lie on my back,
I run my hands
down the curve
of my waist,
cross my arms,
and cup my hips.

I think, “These are my hips.”
When I’ve lost, I rub
hollow of the bone.
When I’ve gained,
the softness rests
on them, and the flesh
shifts down,
And I think, “These are my hips.”

These are my hips.
They are biologically formed
into perfect wings.
They have strengthened, grown, spread
from a girl’s hips.
They have cradled my daughter
until I split to allow her
into the world.
They have cradled my daughter
until she could not balance there
again.

These are my hips.
They have served.
One day they will weaken and cripple.
One day they will turn into dust.

Before that dust, please
cross my hands over my hips
when I leave this place.
Let my last thought be
“These are my hips.”
_________________________
Jessica Wiseman Lawrence studied creative writing at Longwood University. You can find her recent work upcoming or published in Stoneboat, Origins, Black Fox Literary Magazine, and The Feminine Divine’s upcoming Anthology of Female Voices, along with many others. Additionally, one of her poems has recently earned a Best of the Net nomination from Revolution John. She lives in rural central Virginia, where she is an office manager by day.

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