Curled in the Nautilus of Herself

Curled in the Nautilus of Herself:

 

Curled in the nautilus of herself, she dreams in polynomial time, multiverse.

Each night a different life, crystal clarity.

Playthings in a painted ladybird tin.

Vertebrae of a fish, single portion of ground black pepper

Tiny matryoshka, from tight in the middle of the mama dolls.

These things she takes out one by one, each with its own tale, talisman for the first day of school.

Tokens of her nautilus world.

Inside the Fibonacci curves she is beyond reproach or recall.

Full of potential, myths and future lives, waiting to be born, gestating in rose coloured dimness.

The pink light making a fingernail home.


First published in Magical Women Magazine, October 2020


 

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