i open my window even on the coldest morning.
moving through the world the world moves in me.
i am a woman most days. but the girl never left.
i rarely make promises. but when i do -
i love to read your face with my fingers.
i take the scenic route. almost always.
mapping your body as the landscape it is
i tuck it safe between ribs.
i feel the blood in my veins. and sing.
i have a penchant for giants.
regardless of physical height.
write small cartographies in order
that i might understand and remember.
because i am scared of forgetting.
i feel the recurring symbols
of my interior world etched into bones.
i love the fat full bud of a peony
before it bursts into bloom. i love
the metallic scent old coins leave on hands.
i am possessed. by a hunger.
the kind i never want sated.