Saturn

Saturn
Misery and wisdom

“reunion: a reuniting of persons after separation”

It took 730 million miles,
of empty,
Can’t-hear-yourself-scream
Space
to collide again.

And now she’s got me
perched.
Perched!
Over the toilet of her intent ear,
dipping a solitary finger into the murky waters below,
and then into the back of my throat
so that I can force out,
every single poison
I’ve drank in the last 6 months.

And she can sort through them all.
With great misery,
great wisdom is born.