The Night is a Slit

throat. everyone is dangling:
I want to repack


all my letters in bigger letters
so that you have to undo them


twice. The morning is a lung
expanding. Everyone is limping.


Let me shrug you a new evening.


If I were a cantaloupe I'd cut myself

into your morning. If I were a forest


I'd pull back your shadows and store them

in my carriage. If I were a linen-cage


I'd hold you until my body became an ear
and yours a flailing tongue.

                                                        Kallie Falandays