Transfigurations (a love poem)
1 min readJan 1, 2020
To first loves.
— —
A dove has replaced my
steady-beating heart with
a flutter, a flurrying,
a heightened sense of
falling, a plunging down
into secret caverns.
I imagine my belly
swollen big with
fish roe, never still
never quiet — a constant
eddying and spilling over
into tidewater.
Carving out all my shame-
filled parts, sowing instead
bamboo shoots —
each stem a cleanly
severed wound, each leaf a
careful promise.
A roving around fluid
bodies, too close and not
near enough. a cove.