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The water a poured mirror, its song
rising up the chromatic scale
to create land on the surface.
The currents shiver like shaken glass
splashing my legs with shoals of pigment -
the blue sting, the red ache,
how art works on the pain spectrum.
Diego the glutton, guzzling monkey brains
and hummingbird hearts,
who, after dinner, releases my hair
as if opening a zoo cage
and out fly my eyes on bat wings.
all the nocturnal creatures
that live in my mouth
burrow deep inside me, scuttling
into the slaughterhouse of my body.
He is my wizard, my precious son.
Every morning he springs fully formed
from my thighs
to battle with my sickness.
When my painting is done
he hangs himself from my neck
on a garland of thorns.
I am my hummingbird.
The sun and the moon
to the size of an orange
and a pomegranate.
They hover above
my bedside table
daring me to taste them.