As my body
refuses me
shelter, I leave it
and go into
the teeth outside, amazed
that there is no pain
when I am ground
between them.
I float into
the throat behind
and lose myself
in there, feel it
fold around me
as I go down, down…

Ideologies fall from
my skin. Pressure
around me soothes
and shapes me back
into something I can stand…

If I return to the body
at some point it will be
in a form that will compel it
to take me in and keep me
safe, and if I don’t, what
a miraculous place to be —
inside this belly, in this starry womb
I had forgotten…