Rings of Saturn
Upside down and inside outYou're like a funnel-webLike a black fly on the ceilingSkinny, white haunches high in the skyAnd a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash allover everythingWet, black fur against the sun going downOver the shops and the cars and the crowds in the town
And this is the moment, this is exactly where she is born to beNow this is what she does and this is what she isAnd this is the moment, this is exactly where she is born to beThis is what she does and this is what she isHer eyes that look at me through a rainy hairTwo round holes where the air buckles and rushes inHer body, moon blue, was a jellyfishAnd I'm breathing deep and I'm there and I'm also not thereAnd spurting ink over the sheets but she remains, completely unexplainedOr maybe I'm just too tongue-tied to drink it up and swallow back the painI thought slavery had been abolishedHow come it's gone and reared its ugly head again?
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to beAnd this is what she does and this is what she isAnd this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to beThis is what she is and this is what she does
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to beAnd this is what she does and this is what she isAnd this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to beThen this is what she does and this is what she is
And now she's jumping up with her leaping brainStepping over heaps of sleeping childrenDisappearing and further up and spinning out againUp and further up she goes, up and out of the bedUp and out of the bed and down the hall where she stops for momentand turns and says"Are you still here?"And then reaches high and dangles herself like a child's dream from the rings of Saturn