Torso of Air
Suppose you do change your life.
& the body is more thana portion of night — sealed
with bruises. Suppose you woke& found your shadow replaced
by a black wolf. The boy, beautiful& gone. So you take the knife to the wall
instead. You carve & carveuntil a coin of light appears
& you get to look in, at last,on happiness. The eye
staring back from the other side–waiting.
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