(a golden shovel after The Police)
Please water my crushed ribs. / I’m too busy picking scabs. / Swaddle me in symbiosis. / Oh,
my snake / my forest / my swamp / my skin. / Can’t
you light me a dream? / One where I walk on teeth & swallow fire. / I’ll let you
ruin me beautiful by the riverbed / where my body can see
all the other bodies it will abandon for you.
Oh, poison / hunger is such a slow solve. / I belong
to what wilds in our garden body. / Starve me & I will yield to
the spaces where you seek me. / where you revise me. / where you hunt me.
*line from “Every Breath You Take” © 1983
