~ my open body, amongst other things, a graveyard for phantoms and fossils.
~ i hold between my finger and thumb the clouds that trap your thoughts.
~ i pledge allegiance to the day and night and the love in between;
~ worship the saints (mine, not His) that line the windowsill and romance my animal heart.
~ i receive letters typed in cryllic script and remember the day the river burst it's banks.
~ i (lose and then) find myself threading a rosary; memories set in amber.
~ possessed by a wild curiosity about the intricacies of the hearts of strangers,
~ i listen to you speak of the movement of wings - butterflies in your stomach.