I will stare at the sun for minutes at a time,
hold perfectly still as it stings the back of my brain.
Let it burn a hole through my center,
and I will call it my heart
I will swallow the earth’s bitterest roots,
bury myself alive under its black truths
to emerge like a Christ from the tarpit,
all the stronger for the sludge
It’s the shadows that threaten,
the halting echo of desire,
the stillness that unsettles,
the fatal inbetween
Here I writhe within death’s hold;
a newborn child,
a bug on a pin
