Is it you?

by

Virginia J. Pasalo, UrBai

There in my room
in the strap of my bag
you crawled gingerly

and in my mind
i spoke to you
"If that is you,
go to the brim of my coffee cup
and dive into my dark existence."

and you did
go to the brim of my coffee cup
into the edges of its round opening
but you refused to dive
into the abyss
of what could be
your own deliverance

crawling gingerly still,
when you can fly
to the Jupiter moons
and find out how
a maiden literally became
a moon
after being turned
into a cow
by a lascivious god.

even now, you crawl,
with your wings.

very much like you,
must be you.

12 January 2014 9:57 p.m.