Jesus Christ, Your Uterus

 

feels like the entire Chinese diving team

             forced to triple pike again & again

                        but the dives have such skittering

                                    panic, one assumes the team's

 

being threatened at gunpoint

          by the Red Army's best henchmen

                   who, for sadistic satisfaction, start

                             blindfolding the athletes who

 

look nothing like athletes

          rather, like malnourished swallows

                   wings clipped, feather plucked

                             all the while outside clouds

 

start to hemorrhage question

          marks, & on the lake, the ducks

                   tuck their faces beneath

                               an obsidian-hued surface,

 

that, beyond comprehension,

          turns blacker the further it goes

                   until the water hits a wall

                             & on the wall's other side

 

is a bigger, thicker wall

          & all around, the muffled laughs

                   of people, the clickety-clack

                             of shoes, & there you are,

 

in a space you never dreamed, hanging.                                                                 printable