how that night
mother opened them and slept
heard girls singing // to each other in the olive trees
heard her own lung // gnawing its way through rib
crawling along the blue walls // out into the miracle
of the night’s only wolf // and waking
how she could only // breathe half the air // speak
half the words she knew // a beast born to beasts
into a morning black and hot as a rabbit’s womb
into a shirt pressed wet against her skin
Absolutely love it!