Option A - by Anna Paolucci

Option A

Carve me into your back

and let me ride with you on your weird and

dilapidated horse into an unending sunset;

to be the flag of your martyrdom

and a child of burden.

Option B

Carve me into your back

and let me ride with you on your weird and

dilapidated horse into a conflicted sunset;

to be the source of your comfort

and a child of promise.

Option C

Carve me into your back

and –

fawwwwwwk.

your womb, it’s

 

Carve me into your womb;

to claw at the fire of labour, made

crazy by pain and the bright of your light, to corkscrew

through the crust of the earth,

shattering the line of the sky – seeing you,

I’ll see you.