Such Small Hands

Heart-chapel filled with matches,
drawing rings around the windows,
such small hands… Jupiter survives

three solar eclipses instantaneously
and no one stops to pay homage.
Laugh, when everyone knows they

themselves could never survive
such darkness so suddenly
so many times… But it you tried,

dipped brushes into rose oil
and painted fire in your flesh,
you could survive it, too. Cut out

chemical scents of lye in the brain,
white-wash your bones, find that
person who causes the avalanche

without regret, but also find
the darling specter who drifts up
into the moon–full and bright–gone.


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