ARCANA

learning the Great Red Spots blown

taut across the body — the surface

through; still the massive, windless time

tunneling, you. All of me knitting itself,

split to the bone, hard and jigsawed,

knitting itself. I lay reversed at the end

of the bed. Figure this strange celestial

illustration. Two black cats balanced along

vantages, her ears poking out

from The Tower, upright.