rev 2 unnamed

They found Her in the bathroom
fallen down drunk, wet jeans hung
on stubborn hips & hauled Her wilted
over the back of a strange man
to you. Fins beating. Black mascara
drooling through Her cracks
The congregation's scowls
smeared your dress. Cells divide
legs, lips, oyster halves. The womb
remembers its brightest star
the acoustics of your cry & how
all spun out from the center.
Err & stumble, glory & spite.
Little Jonah, Her mouth
will bloom in your mirror
return with your hook scar
to teach your last lesson, to say
She is sorry. & the word, a grain
now turns beneath your tongue.