My God, my
own: my soul
that You have given me
is pure, clear
like mikvah waters
the spark
which makes me more
than automated clay,
than cells sprouting cells
is holy
neshama: feminine
no matter whose,
women and men
and those blessed
in-between
what's gendered
female is what
creates: this
drop of divine
breath that breathes in us
let what I create
in the world, my God,
be as pure
as Your breath
in me
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