Laura Jeu
Arrested in a scroll from a deceased ocean,
Her feet leave the ground—an ascension to hell.
Tried by a jury of her fears, a penance is demanded.
Like a red prohibition flowing from her uterus,
The blind justice’s words admonish her body,
her wandering hands, her eager breast,
her heartbeat which too eagerly assents.
Captured in a cell of papyrus bars,
She lit a flame from the kindling of her cervix.
Dripping from heaven, the fire consumed the world
and she imprisoned paradise in her vagina.