black morning / viscera

i woke and found outside my door

a black lake rippling against the hand

its tongues lick the flesh from my bones

and replace skin with waves

a bulging eye

i called into the black lake and dove head

over heels into the water

and pulled out my heart from the seaweed

a pounding eye

o it's golden

it's golden

it's golden

i came back with a broken summer and a broken spine

grazed by the heat and stung by the night

tried yoga

couldn't do yoga

wasn't the stretches

nor the downward dog

it was a breathing thing

and upside down

i felt my organs fall it out

through my throat

one by one: liver

lungs

lungs

liver

lungs

lungs

lungs

lungs

liver!

they came fast like fingers

inside-out in one snap

and then the vocal cords

flowed like seaweed out of my mouth