JEANETTE, ISABELLA

i was born and i grew 
i held the gold light of the yolk and in my life it proved
and in my life the lifelike light
found crevices
and pooled and scabbed and cracked again
raisins and flour and water baked 
in the sun hammock of a lap
and long ears from needing to know
always as a duck quacking pink 
towards christmas
and christmas being the being born
a candle
big legs pulsing big sugar blood 
strong as earth but trapped like earth 
and snapping
hunched with a hair shield
pulled to bows beneath fast rain
there were slivers
and accidents 
and untouched time