I lie on bed blue. I arch my back and slowly my body lifts
itself from the center, feet and neck pressing into the foam supporting all my
weight. My pelvis is determined.
I am kicked twice but my pelvis is determined so piteous
arms pick me up instead. My neck is heavy and falls twisting to reveal the nape.
Spit drops softly and rushes to my ears. I look up, lips parted, parched, and I
am once again shown mercy.
I am pulled higher. It should scare me.
But I am held from between my legs two fingers clenching into
me so I feel safe. I have a taste of the stars. And when I am done my pelvis
curls sinking the body along to its beginnings. Everything returns to normal.
