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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