I Want To Kiss God On His

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

We Do Not Explain My Husband's Insane Abuse And We Do Not Say Why Your Wild-haired Wife Has Fled Or That My Father Opened Like A Walnut And Then Was Dead. Your Palms Fold Over Me Like Knees. Love Is The Only Use.

It Is A Dead Heart. It Is Inside Of Me. It Is A Stranger Yet Once It Was Agreeable, Opening And Closing Like A Clam.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.