Listen, I know you run your mouth so your mind can rest. - Andrea Gibson

Like Pac-Man, she swallows my ghosts.

I do not wear a welcome mat on my chest just so people can walk all over it fumbling with the keys to the locks they keep building for the doors I keep opening hoping someone will see the rainforest growing in my living room.

I listened to the bells on the door
and stole more than enough bottles for myself
to understand that everyone's chest
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.