Sacred Tessellations

EARRING NO.9

 I scrape my nails against memory wall // the artery explodes — then scabs —

Sour liquid trickles from eyelids // a human carved from copper in a world that prefers gold

Splice my hair with ribbons like them ancient ones //and rub blackberry thorns against my gums to feel home

 I stored childhood inside my spine so it doesn’t rust // dowse it into a bucket of maple so it will crystallize instead

Remembering the breath of my kokoh // sacred tessellations in the undergrowth are also her

Cutting quill shaped quartz on my teeth // the blood memory spills and burns scarlet in the sky