My arms will be a piano
for you to play the keys
I know they are hard
I'm sorry, there have been others.
my heart will be the drum
your feet will dance to
it is sometimes off beat
I'm sorry, there have been others.
My eyes will be your canvas
you can paint in them the stars
The darkness is already there
I'm sorry, there have been others.
my lips will be your clay
you will have to smooth out the rocks
I'm sorry, there have been others.
My body will be your artwork
you can put your autograph on the cover
I know there are other names printed
I'm sorry, there have been others.

i

violent things trade off my discord
mistakes from either my gentle heart
or shattered bones

ii

birds take off from the mountain ledges
fragile and fearless
and i compare all my bruises
to falling or flight

iii

i cut my leg on the razor in the shower this morning
blood and water and steam;
good things come to people without feathers sticking from their spine