And so what that we sewed lashes on the eyelids of the moon?
dilated the sky’s cervix and climbed high inside Her womb
In June, I was Oshun, and I applied the night’s perfume
to the hollow of my collarbone and invited him to prune
away the shadow shroud I plied upon my loom
And so what that we ignited violet branches in my room?
shook the blooms asunder, blanched the thunder with our tune
We were titans hiding in the shrubs that line the tombs
of Babylon, playful in our nakedness we prattled
daft about how craftily we painted parallaxes
I watched him raptly humming he’d already won the battle
contemplating atoms and his brandied Adam’s apple
But no matter had we splattered the canvases of Saturn
built pyramids on Pluto, or graffitied Venus caverns
He sees me no cosmic sovereign though I jewel his crown with stars
A glitterfaced infatuate catching drinks slid down the bar
So no matter that we flattered ourselves splintors of the fracture
between the ribs of Eden and the breath of heaven’s blackbirds
I am gigglethroated gloater straddling to ease his backhurts
licking ligaments and knees ripped on the edge of April’s laughter

And so what that I refuse to glue back the glass that shattered?
I am prismskinned remembrance staining days with my refraction