I want the secrets of the universe
to fold and fold and fold
before my outstretched arms.
I want the salt of my tears
to corrode the chains
that hold my bones together.
I want to drink motherwort tea
and eat wild dandelions.
I’ll crush my eggshells and divine
my past, clear as selenite.
I want stars in my curls,
green and green and green.
Artemis soul—- guide me to salvation
in your bow, let me fly as arrow
through the heart of mankind.
A fennec fox my mind.