Announce something. Announce me.
Announce the mosaic of this odd-flavoured god
who’s ballooning my breasts, a felt prediction
of the white news about to spill onto the world.
It was not an abstract light, but a foreign, hard-bodied
god who rescued me from virginhood. Oh I was devout.
It was a fine joke of heaven’s to take the drum
inside me and turn it out into a dance.
What my mother said was shame my god
touched into bliss. I’ll never know how
it would have been, had I been a good girl, kept
tight-buttoned when my lord made his proposition.
But I couldn’t wait it was as if like braille
he read the goose-bumps on my neck,
my clear, reckless, despite myself