CARIBOU
I hold your heart in my right hand. When you are on top of me I spend
my time panting. But you make it a very short time. I like red. But the
color only comes out under a certain light at a certain time of day. On
the night of the full moon, I place your heart in a garden of snow. At
dawn I remove it dyed thoroughly in rose with morning light.
I fold it.
I put it in pocket.
I bury it.
I throw it in garbage.
I leave a piece on the snow.
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THE WALL VANISHES
You knock on my head to get my attention. I’m in that dark place
again. You say let’s practice our cheer. You lift me into a tree, I reach
for leaves and the sun makes me blink a lot through branches. When
you put me down we breathe, and I go back to that dark place again.
I watch the snow grow. I watch it spread. Part of me dies, but more
of me grows. The wall vanishes.
