what invisible blade
eviscerates this body
more space, more space
*
a new grammar
blurring first and third persons—
who thinks she is I
*
this needing you—
like expecting apple juice
from a peach
*
I’ll not believe you,
still the thrill when you say
I am beautiful
*
the emptier I get
the more room for god
to wrestle
*
perfume of ripe pears—
every part of me wearing
relentless gratitude