Mary Anna Dunn
My heels are strapped in etherized stirrups
and my feelings float around —
while a dilated moon brings the high tide
crashing to shore and
back out again,
I hear scissors cut the
virgin skin.
Fluorescent bulbs blank my numb
pupils. Mirrors around me,
watching me, for me to see
my eyes dilating, mirrors
watching me, for me to see
my eyes close
tight and hard. My lids close to see
lunatic stars flashing blue/white.
I tighten my lids until opened. And
squint to see a child’s
bloody ass.