after Simone Weil

Who am I to enter any place 
when my drumming of blood
disturbs heaven? The fact 
of my solidity blocking the sun’s
palace. I bore the ruby necklace 
of a bull overwhelmed 
by a mirror, the beastly klutz
wounded by the angled glass
that named me. This is how 
I was taught to move my body 
through a kingdom, expecting
every hand to open like a rose 
towards my throat. Shining  
diamond of a city possessed
of no love to shed for me. 
I comb the dens for a stone 
to throw headlong into the sea. 
Into the sea I throw the stone 
because it is my heart.