the look of hunger / or fear / (fear of admitting vulnerability or defending it / is also a hunger).
Even a natural disaster can’t shake off / the disaster that is love, a woundedness that won’t let you skulk away
To prove she’s stronger than you think, she’ll cartwheel past the dogs that / chase her and somersault over the boys with sticks
I made it to New Orleans / and the music wasn’t loud enough
like a lily at dawn / would bend to dew