Zippered down the front Easy access The poppies return for their dance A soothing lightning of drip and dilation Night is day, night is night Night is hope that the last of days has passed A wash of whitewater ecstasy, engulfs The throat The body Catapults to the head A fall back to sunken eyes staring at the upside down right side up Fright Calm and fright intwined in a lovers’ waltz I can’t breathe I’m so free I can’t breathe I’m so... Free My body is yours now It always has been But I, dead, am a far easier doll to play with Than one with open stitches