flood past Sir Ladyfinger’s ship.
I had never seen so many stripes
Hunkering past the local skirt-shop.
And so my shoes garbled out few vowels to
Hot with pregnancy
Of neither pink nor blue.
I chewed on sea-apples and grew up an Eve.
Started tying serpents on my neck for boardroom-meetings.
Lended my fingernails
to a knight upon a sea-horse–
off to the colour-bind land
to wear frolicking babies;
one on the basin
The other on the stove.
Until a mismatched rainbow hatched the monochrome ground
From where I broke
To birth myself again