by Indrani Perera
there’s this thing
it happens in brilliant poems
where you’re listening
or reading the words
swept up in the imagery
of a slide curving and swerving
from the top of a treehouse
to the bottom
when suddenly
on the way down
the slide
turns into someone’s insides
and you’re running your fingers
along the walls of her womb
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This poem appears in Pas De Deux, Indrani Perera’s second collection of poetry.
A big thank you to Michelle McCowage whose brilliant poem inspired this poem.