Be the beating myth to his tin man chest. Be sesame oil to his white bread.

Let him run his tongue over your strange land, taste only honey.

Not every house is haunted.

How the dog knows why it’s kicked, declawed by what it calls friend.

What if my heart goes deaf?

We are all dutifully practicing our deaths.

Everyone wants a broken-glass girl, bought second hand. Look. The damage was already there.

My lover who is here is here.

Bury the boys who look like your brother and wrap yourself around a picket fence to whom you will only ever be a dream.