poem inscribed around edge reads:

a mother can be revolution
her labor is a ceremony
and for all my aching newness
i will become patrimony
i want to be a boy mother
i want to feed a queer mouth
i want to raise a girl husband
i want to make a big family
i never want to be alone
your memory will be my rite
for i will hope to leave no curse
i want to teach you to forgive
i want to be your first forgiven
my hands will love you like i've been
and timidly as i have not
i will transform to be an i
and i will see the end of me
and give my body to the earth
to fertilize a queered tree