You cannot sleep without wet matchesYou cannot speak without candle waxYou cannot mirror without a bright flameYou cannot love me without firewalking You allowed me to burn the past too desperatelyeven though I am down to coals You removed the pans quietly and scraped me up so slowlyeven though I am down to coals You…
I can only fall in love with wingsflashing between the pews of a funeral,divorced from keepers,testing a scab against The Ward’s lightbulbs,call shy at a shotgun wedding,unwelcome awe in the rafters, I volunteer to handle them,throbbing with fear tapping the glass casing,what if there is not even a single poetried music in still air,or rest…