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

A big thank you to Michelle McCowage whose brilliant poem inspired this poem.

This poem appears in Pas De Deux, Indrani Perera's second collection of poetry.