Sealed with obsidian & red beryl
I could see a child inside
who dazzled the bottle beast &
I was afraid to release her
she was everything
her breath became my breath
her heart my heart, her voice—
I broke the seal & we fell onto the sand
blood and afterbirth a coronation
the child now free, inhaled salt and spume
the both of us standing at the ocean’s
edge, a tern of froth a wisp of cloud
she took rocks from the ocean
& sand from the shore
then drank them like wine
& made of that bottle a weapon
I’ve buried so many things &
when I cannot hold anything more
my heart, a dark red bottle,
then breaks the glass of my hands