POEM

 
 

There are places I have been‬

‪And slept in dusty fur‬

‪Tamaracks like hip-stitch ‬

‪Curtains open as bodies, split‬

‪Open like danger hands ‬

‪Once I was an avalanche ‬

‪Buried the hills whole

Once I was mispronounced

In your mouth, once

I was the long way home‬

‪The places I have been in ‬

‪Have been in me ‬

‪And make me tender‬

‪Like mayhem, it is like

Mayhem where I make it

Knowing the tiny places

That are always morning