she made her residence

on the outskirts

of a shadowing history

on the dark side of the moon

where the searchlight of the sun

could not spot her

nor rot her

the seed of forbidden fruit

every tree

has a hidden root

Yet, she has come to life

The swelling patchwork of vibrant dreams

Yes, there is a science to the aroma of sleeping women (and to think of the girlfriend I was tempted to break up with because she slept too much)

I now know, they nurtured her there:

they slept in packs

dreamt in cycles

nursed her in shifts

and became her

on rotation

unnamed her

everytime she was named

so she would not be known to anyone.

#saulwilliams #saidtheshotguntothehead