17 years after the sweat lodge
i came out to myself
over zoom
as a woman id never met
poured water over my stones
unburdened my fire
of its heat
a guided dissipation
into a wet and expectant
internet
of dirt and herbs
of human odors
of wavering signals
that distort our faces
in the faint moon of a desk lamp
i felt again
like the boy in his undies
who evaporated in the desert shush
with scorpions and sharpened twigs
witness to the tender soled
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