hathox                                      

for Alexis Pauline Gumbs                        

 

the night when earth became a window

i broke it 

 

shards made a million words

 

i reached for my best friend’s hand 

 

perhaps we fell 

between a gap in the atmosphere, wasted in wombulus

 

my best friend and i hobbleheeded through the universe 

until we came to hathox 

 

everything blackness and deep

purple in a cluster of galaxies 

 

there was no bread or fruit 

we learned 

to thosmies 

 

i remember it as cosmovor 

 

in quidita 

of balancestry 

 

swollen clay

a dry swamp

what myor

 

i couldn’t tell if i saw 

one woman

or every 

bound in dancespacious repetition both

constrained and desperate 

for memory

 

i did not have a map to come back

from hathox 

or notes for how

to unsee our sote knees 

bending into extraterrestrial dust

 

and i remember 

the noise

of her thrash: 

zolbish