I look at you
and you seem to be in the distance somewhere,
I could separate my thumb from my index finger and pick you up
I could do the same to the trees
little branches outspread
like hummingbirds, the attractive male ones,
the very same size
I wonder why nature is so bad at bringing us together
that soulmates and sisters can be born
ten thousand miles apart
but sometimes
that is better, when the world becomes a doll
spread her creaking lungs
made of my fingernails and you are a doctor, put her in your
pocket
the dust will be her feed
I wonder if you would seem closer if I
did not wear clothes, if the landscape would open up for
my natural form
give me wings instead of claws,
I wonder if everyone would feel better
if it was okay to be naked, if everyone wanted just each other.

If only ripping out a heart was like
removing the pit from a peach, I would have hundreds
in a police lineup
and could point to hers —
officer, she is the one that ruined me.

Those black spots on my lungs
was not because I smoke, rather, they came from
the time she put a cigarette lighter
to my chest and set all my love on fire.

And that kidney I am missing, it would not be the
first ***** she took
to be able to **** right onto my soul.

He wants to kiss my eyelids while I sleep
but I have none,
I have not closed my eyes for almost a year,        yet
the whole time I have been
having nightmares of burn-holes.