Who could have guessed that you
could die twice? Left for dead with a
body covered in blood. Red as the first time
you let go, closed your eyes, and let it happen.
Red as the sun through eyelids.
You were thrust toward heaven and then,
as if there was a ribbon tied to your ribs
with an end held tightly between fingers
back on Earth, you fly home. Your skin
shines as if you were the sleekest kind of bird.
So full of arrows. Your body is a pincushion.
Underwater, you are an urchin I swim over nervously.
There’s poison in those quills. One prick of the needle
and I won’t be coming back to life.