Book of Signs
Darlene Anita Scott

I cut my waist beads
tonight. Seven years.

They press mnemonic
the belly heart failure

built. Heartbeat a
chaos of dares

expand cadence
to Coda. Seven

months since EKG
scribbled chromatic.

I have never lived
so far outside my

self, whimsy of the
gods, flowering

from the puddled
tears, sweat, blood,

spit, bile, defecation &
so much urination: 

a Lazarus number.
Blooming in the corner

of my window: full
moon, Pink as rose

quartz, crystal of the heart
chakra pressed to my chest

by a bra made for
movement, still.


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