I do not want to be calm.
I understand what it means to turn
Back into stone,
The elephant’s huge eye closing…

I wanted to be the first breath on the first skin,
The air wild there.
A china cup on the motorway.
New blood striding out of my heart.

Look at me when you say that.
Look at me. One wet red petal in a marble bowl,
O the fate of my name sliding
In your throat.