Sad planet! – how vast it had seemed
when she’d held it in her hands,
colors dripping, hot from the copy
machine, its orbit through and around
her belly completed, its hair
wet and sticky, all awkward water
and men’s dark eyes. Eyes
of her father, eyes of the man
her father had ordered killed,
both of them looking at her,
two dark sets of eyes
setting the whole world ablaze.
So vast! Now as she watches the lights
trip. Calamity flows.