Helix
Lacquered black |
the delicious decorative |
| bent and turned on |
insentient root in me |
| their necks |
harkening back to |
| the ironwork: latticed |
the spine |
| wettened on balconies all |
wound and insular |
| over the French Quarter |
where do the spirals lead |
the way coiled: |
but to the body’s open absence |
we see what’s held in |
mother that swallows: leads me out |
| and what’s kept apart |
leads me in |
