on the day that I wake
I will hold this world
in my hands
like a nervous dove
(heart beating)

and I will whisper a word
open my grasp
say a prayer to the sky
and set her free

Waking in a bed of love and pillows
Fingers entwined
Still and whole in the glorious quiet

How easy in that moment
To pretend the wolves at the door
Are merely wolves

there's a hole in my heart
the shape of a heart

there's a space in my head
the size of my head

my shadow casts a shadow
until the sun goes behind a cloud
and then
I'm gone

the asymmetry of hurt dictates
that what we do to others
and what they do to us
never adds up
we are writing
in separate ledgers
we can't even agree
on the color of the ink

every broken snowflake knows
they'll never find that missing part
but the sun will melt them
just the same

there are cracks that run
through everything
the tiles on my kitchen floor
the lines on my face
the shifts and slips
as things pull apart
and always
always
walking
running
trying... trying
but always
too slow
to keep up

to see your spirit
unconstrained by time or heart
a feather in the wind
dancing free