My belly button is a fairy ring just about to turn
into wet clippings and mulch a drain
grout half gone that sucks and gurgles
as the basin fills and empties
my belly button is a muddy worm run
just before it rains and the whole thing sinks in on itself
the perforated flank made whole
by too much too much
My belly button was a dime store notion
punctuation between gastro and intestinal uro and genital
my belly button intact is the last gasp of before
when a slowing metabolism and slouch economics
what called loudest from the cupboard
were the roundest
of my concerns
My belly button has become a third eye winking
from beneath shirts riding up pants slung low
my belly button has become a sage on high
and a carnie crystal ball reader
a keeled over canary in a gold mine
and an abandoned shaft while you sputter
turn over several times daily
like any old engine
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