To the Purple Dye Inserted into My Uterus
Oh loveliness, tell me what you see –
which horizon hues open to you. What
I didn’t know I didn’t need to know
until now. Are my fallopian tubes
roller coaster looped or sidewalk slick?
Do you detect dangers there? I only
know what I’ve been told. Here
on my crackling paper bed, I am soothed
by our meeting through a screen. Like you,
I looked for home somewhere. Let’s see
each other eye to dye. Find the caves,
the linings, seek that uncharted I never
explored in person. How lucky are you
to have a place to go. Send forth, tinsel-light
the highways, the potential paths. Announce,
this way, this way. We are all so blind.
The hollows swallow you. You thread through
like cracks in wood grain. Spiraling my lining alive.
I envy your mobility. Bloom my insides.
What doesn’t yet grow needs rich soil.
Uncloak what has yet to seed.
