Bring Me Back My Body
You promised me this dress could contain all
the blood I had to give it, rivets
inside the rivulets, city itself a neighbor
grandfather says not to talk to in the fields.
Iron never gave us anything but swords, sharp
wits and misfits and glass inside the mind
like memories. Tell me about what is broken
or a doll’s head, how only at night it yields don’t let me know we’re invisible You said in earnest I need to be honest
with myself about what honest means from a tower