"I want to live longer. / I want to love you longer, say it again, / I want to love you longer / & sing that song / again."
"But birds / pluck their own feathers, dogs / lick themselves to wound. Allow me this / luxury. Give me tonight to cut / and salt the open."
"But sometimes, I swear I hear it, the wound closing / like a rusted-over garage door, and I can still move / my living limbs into the world without too much / pain