A Blow to the Head
enough to knock the earth from its orbit— O I was cracked open god streaming like daylight into the chamber the nausea of my elliptical swerve toward consciousness and away again —I retreated into the citadel— walked quiet pathways during the bombardment (which was habit-forming, I was fortified) knew that beyond the wall something was spilling, blood or yolk onto tile—I made my way to the innermost room. My hand was the key—found her strung like a diver—eyes shut, calm and before the old world dragged me back I loosed the cord from her wrists—woke back into a different time with the end of it in my hand.
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