devadasi

autumn (or: i take the fall)

no mean feat sliding past the equinox
got a little too close to the sun
like icarus, i can feel
my artficial wings start to melt
lose their integrity
a rush of freedom hits me as i
swandive for the earth's insistent embrace
her center of gravity
the force that gives us meaning

the only mother who ever really loved me

hippocampus

grasping at
something i can't quite remember
a name i don't perfectly recall
making it harder to retrieve things

like pale seahorses
delicate, translucent
tails curled around seagrasses
swapping pregnancies
swaying in the simulated ocean