Xenon Enhanced CT Scan | Jessica Lawrence
My hand like a
Spider clutches
And unclutches
In its web, tapping
Along the strand
Attached to my head
Which is whirling like
The sucked marrow
Of a mussel into a manic
Tornado.
I count to twenty
And the numbers blur
Get to forty and then
I hang on with a
Fragment of mind
Which grasps
Onto sea grass
Rooted in sand
Over the edge of a
Cliff where
I am blown over
By a blast of
Air that suddens up
From the belly
Of a blizzard.
I elongate like
A jellied snake
And am snap
Catapaulted
Into space.
Pinioned into
Jupiter’s ocean
Of clouds, stirred
In its rapid
Rotation I swirl
Like a whirling
Dervish and twirl
Twirl into twisted
Twilight while my
Left hand
Does its
Tarantella
Jitter, Morse
Code rhythmic twitter,
Tapping out my heart’s
Quick beat to the doctor
Who speaks in
A streak of snail
Slime-slur:
“Your’re dooling
Very swell,
Not slong snough,
Not slong now,
Not long now,
Now, now.”
Spider clutches
And unclutches
In its web, tapping
Along the strand
Attached to my head
Which is whirling like
The sucked marrow
Of a mussel into a manic
Tornado.
I count to twenty
And the numbers blur
Get to forty and then
I hang on with a
Fragment of mind
Which grasps
Onto sea grass
Rooted in sand
Over the edge of a
Cliff where
I am blown over
By a blast of
Air that suddens up
From the belly
Of a blizzard.
I elongate like
A jellied snake
And am snap
Catapaulted
Into space.
Pinioned into
Jupiter’s ocean
Of clouds, stirred
In its rapid
Rotation I swirl
Like a whirling
Dervish and twirl
Twirl into twisted
Twilight while my
Left hand
Does its
Tarantella
Jitter, Morse
Code rhythmic twitter,
Tapping out my heart’s
Quick beat to the doctor
Who speaks in
A streak of snail
Slime-slur:
“Your’re dooling
Very swell,
Not slong snough,
Not slong now,
Not long now,
Now, now.”