I wish I could put

words in those places

that bleed, that hurt, 

that make you less

against the world:

words that fall as grace,

as songs to soothe

the terror of this place.


I wish, I wish for words

to stop up this flowing

pain that binds you to

the signs of death:

words as sutures of the soul,

words that heal the 

boundless ruptures

and bring you back dancing 

from the open grave.