If left to its own devices
my body would have never let you out,
but you came full
moon rising against
the rear window of an Olds’ wagon,
my body numb but knowing I was sliced.
open–never to be closed again.
Every nerve exposed to every tear
and even though I feel it all,
no sadness could sway the scales in its favor.
No, you fill my heart with such lightness
that no weight can lower it.