Me, Undone

I’ve been trying to place an order online all day.   Bubble wrap. Human size.   No shipping to Mexico.   Scroll down to the bottom of the page for a number. Give me the phone.   What is the code? 001.   Let me out. Let me call.   Ring. Ring. Ring.   On the line. Robot loop speak.   Numbers. My ears are ringing. Press 1. Press 2. Press 3. No number for bubble wrap. SOS.   Jam zero. Over. And over again. Get me to a voice. I need bubble wrap now.   Estimated wait time. 11 minutes. 10 fingers. I count down. Almost. Almost.          Ring. Ring. Connect.   "Hello, how may I help you?” “Ma’am, it’s an emergency.” “I’m leaking out. This world.”   Voice pause.   “I need 23 rolls of extra large bubble wrap shipped to Mexico right now.” “For what Ma’am?” may I ask. Press lips to receiver. Open mouth.   “2 arms, 2 legs, torso, head,                               cracked heart.”

I came to earth for flesh  To bend this spirit into body   To become the thing   To know the thing   To touch water   This is the mud packed with tiny sticks and berries in my hand bones   The soot, traveling up the cracks of my toes   The spring coils at the base of my neck and the glides of my hips   There are boulders  That will fall into the story of your life   Like rhythms  Meteorites smashing down   On precious land   Each weeping wound   Becomes a port hole for transformation   Pray down over those sacred spaces   Remake yourself   God   again   And  again

Look at dis woman, ya'll.  Let us look.  She cover oh ye of stars. She wrap de sky in her bosom. Oh, she smell of grace.  Fresh soil under she nails. She mixed with silt from de mighty pyramids.  De light of Sirius over she head.  Let us crown her.  Kneel down.  Dis woman, ancient.  Old and new again.

  today my grand mother  asked for my burial plot   next to   her daughter   my mo ther and i obliged having lived in her womb once in my mother’s tiny ovaries   like wooden Russian dolls   we are finding our way back home

I saw the devil last night She fucked me in cobalt blue  Dragged my body across the marble floor Pressed her thumbs into the tiny bird bones of my chest  and opened me. "Balance," she said.  Remember the dance of the light and the dark.  Stray too far from me, and I will break you. 

“Where does it hurt?” Luz asked.   “Here,” Chisa reached down and touched the bed next to her. “And where else?”   “Over here,”   she walked over and stroked the handle on the wooden dresser drawer   “And…”   Chisa unclipped the barrette from her cotton brown hair and fingered its bow.   Luz stood silently bouncing her eyes between the three places Chisa touched-had she asked the question incorrectly   or was it Chisa who failed to understand?   and then she realized suddenly that trauma   outsmarts its victim   lodged everywhere and nowhere at all.