She asks what is sacred
answers herself
a mint stem’s naked rootlets in a waterglass
a second hand clicking
blackwings
plunging through an ocean of air
a stab at the crown of her head
It flashed then fled into darkness
~
It was a drill bit
probing the core of what you are
not emptiness an opening
I am not It lives me
It lives sluicing through the body
its cells persist changing themselves
a steady stream
a constant