TAKING UP SPACE
I sharpen my nails on the hard sand of Thebes.
I position a black bow between my shoulders.
I invite birds to roost in my hair, peck seeds.
I pluck the color from glass, release thistles.
I ignore water and land, fill my palette with fire.
I confuse Philomene with Philomel while filling my urn.
I flatiron and can’t feel my breasts with these hands.
I accept your invitation to skin my nose.
I see clearly to our other side and it stuns.
I weave a world of rainbow armor.
I declare myself and the hour turns violet.