consequences. a test. or dare..

sometimes amid the noise
i sing my heart out.
regardless of the ghosts
who, as always,
are hungry. looking
for a way in.

as though they ever leave.

so, go on.
crack these ribs like a wishbone.
already there's chaos in the castle.

you're caught
between my teeth and fingers.

bare the bones in your back
and defy the laws of probability.
approach from every angle.
learn to read lips and eyes.
carry this heart because,
not despite, of
it's million red strings.


..........


"..If you can
love without politeness or delicacy,
the fox says, love her with your wolf heart.." ~ from how to love the dead, by jack gilbert