Lunatia

Before the slap-landing was the fall & I, the fallen,tired brain echoing something about mourning & sinuntil I remembered what this was, what I'd given to the sky,

spread & unfurled at its edge. Without words to trickus, we mourned for the hive-like cluster of happinessstill trapped somewhere inside the blue heart

I couldn't help but possess, packed full of timber & ore.I fell & built a beginning where I was something but a target,no empty boat thick with silt, nothing left for the drowning siren

of my body to dread. No, I celebrate—no more kneesbolted together! No thin-lipped shame forced like nailsbeneath my blood! My face had long been tucked away

from all I couldn't escape, & finally I was becoming—now starshot & asteroid, now, finally, an undaughtered thing.