Everything looking different, the night’s time took me
so I wandered a twisting a dive, the bends transforming me, embolisms like diamonds hanging in darkness, tissue turning grey, then clear, then fractured with streams of white — the wings of a fly, six legs perched upon warm skin listening to the decompression of meaning, unfurling iridescent in my hand.
Everything looking different, the night’s time took me appeared in CAROUSEL 32 (2014) — buy it here