She asks what is sacred

answers herself


a mint stem’s naked rootlets in a waterglass

a second hand clicking



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