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 awkw… - Andrea Gibson

Everyone’s chest
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.

Everyone's chest
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-sized holes

Come, love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name

Do we really believe our need for Prozac
has nothing to do with Fallujah,
with Kabul, with the Mexican border,
with the thousands of U.S. school kids
bleeding budget cuts that will never heal
to fuel war tanks?

Love
isn't always magic.
But if I offered my body to the magician,
if I told him to cut me in half
so after that I could come to you whole
and ask for you back
would you listen
for this dark alley love song?
For the winter we heated our home
from the steam off our own bodies?