She opened up a rift in me
and the universe poured out violently.
But that will one day heal over
leaving the faintest trace of a scar,
like a caesarean milky way
on the blackness of night.
So now I leave her, gone stray,
still a friend, walking off into new light.
I want my universe to trickle, too big to
birth whole: I too small, too fickle, too much skull.