Jaws of God

For B,

Oh God,

why do you make

eyes so delicate

and pain so real?

Oh, the weight

when you cracked me open

with your jaw

because there was a time

when I asked to die

and you skinned me alive

you ironed my

hands flat and my touch was gone,

I asked that dry men would be gone

and you fished them out.

You pulled me up from below

and showed me how to shout

and blow air from my

lungs fluttering

like small broken wings

under somebody's thumb.

And day

how you go,

you make a fool out of me

I know how to waste

hours

and fall for

a night with no moon

what could I

say to you?

You bottled me up blue

and shattered me

glass on concrete

Oh thunder,

take me, shape me

make me something new.

And I laugh at

my face before

and my hands that reached into

honeycombs

until wasps stung my throat

Oh love,

take your time

I have missed you

electricity running

kind hands holding my own

finally

I have forgotten your

song

and that hum of disaster

and that season of smoke

oh devil, we're through.