To Know by Nicole Sellew

To be helpless, suspended in amniotic fluid—

Stagnant, reeking of a body that is not yours.


Worried that you will never feel it again, at the same time 

Knowing that you will, that you need to. The only

Question: will it always be you? On him,

With him, answering questions 

Feeling bare skin slide across bare skin, friction is a funny thing

Because it doesn’t seem to exist sometimes. 


Helplessness, trapped

Connected—in both ways

Mind and body, you have never known either

Until you have known both.