This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.