Moon, Sisyphus
Full
Null

Life, Sisyphus
Chain

Who knows how many

Days in the life
of Brahma

Pebble, Sisyphus
On a beach
Wave
Wave
Wave
Polishing

Up there slick
stars who made it

Every evening the trees inhale birds

Swirling back home like a warm shawl

But I still wait for my perch in your arms

I would peg so lightly the sheets of your night flights

We would travel  in one mind  your old lands  my new skies

And every morning you would breathe me fly  

My mother came home one day
without her uterus.
The doctor took it out.

Like someone heard me say
Let's act it out
act it out physically.

I was the baby who never cried
The snake on your breast
who stung you dry

The vicious pet
and yet you held

I shot past her knees past her hips past her breasts past
her shoulders, way past her wisps of hair, those rays
of grey light radiating from her shrunken head.
She had to look up to speak to me
She had to have wide eyes.

Life begins when the children are out of the house
and the dog is dead, I said.

She laughed
Dyed her hair black
Made me stay.

TIME BRINGS CHILDREN
THEY BURN HOLES IN OUR STOMACHS
POP OUR BELLY BUTTONS.
DEATH MAKES SENSE.

Weightless in your sticky fluids
too long you kept me in.