DISROBED

Make her naked

with rain.

Treat her like 

a rampant season

embarrassed by 

her empty lakes.

Carry her name

in your mouth.

Swallow each letter

like a skeleton key.

Words…she’s known them,

touched their tyranny often,

but will never trust them

to suture a wound.

Mystery on raisin toast,

her favorite late night snack.

Silence: a memory,

a lullaby in her ears.

You love her like a kite,

broken and yellow at your feet.