the sky unzipped its
blue dress and offered it to me—
hope it’s not too small
*
winter is easier
when your words melt like snow
on my tongue
*
I asked the world to
open me—I did not count
on infinite rooms
*
it was not the dark
that changed but my eyes that learned
to adjust
*
praying to God, I
said, I said please, I said too
too much to listen