Apsides
This is the full moon of my life. I’ve lit a torch to meet it.
I. PERIGEE
I changed the shape of my finger last night with the kitchen knife among the green onions. I will watch my body grow back.
Hecate is the only goddess who chooses to visit Hades. For a long time, I didn’t understand. The moment before your foot lifts, still in the doorway, fingertips on the frame. Hecate holds that moment open. She governs the brink.
“Do I dare disturb the universe?” Eliot’s Prufrock asks, wringing his gloved hands. But I’ve already disturbed it. Split myself open on the cutting board. Walked barefoot over the coals. I dare all the time. I just don’t always survive it real clean.
