security held me again while I slept,
padlock on the door and heart on sleeve.
middle of winter and I had forgotten
what my body could mean to you.
after j.d. salinger read to me
all his favorite words aloud just in whispers
I could swear that I had left something behind.
the padlock still on my door,
there’s an impenetrable wall in my eternity
and you are the pickled spirit of my gluttony,
the soul’s only window into farewells.
and you are the only amber preserved verb
in the inhuman language of storks.
security hold me again while I sleep,
padlock broken down, heart depleted.
middle of spring and it’s time to remember
what my body can do.