Periit in mari
Inside my glass bottle -
a tiny ship with riggings and lines
Smashing against the smooth curves of my fragility.
Masts and sails scrape bearings into skin
constellations startlingly mundane
Sirens call in whispers, ghosts and doubt
father mother teacher friend and lover
Sugarcane words and promises broken
Limbs and life battered in swells and troughs
sputtering catechisms and offering sacrifice to endless depth
Swallowing waves and welcoming darkness
Periit in mari.