This is my striving
for other chances to break

you at the hips. Lust
is admirable. But there’s a flood

about you. You notice
I’ve secured the heart

on wire racks to watch it beat
like a bell. I noticed

the damn cry, mid-afternoon.
The window bothered with streak

and shine. I’m sorry. I tried to swim
the throat of you. That only causes bruises.

That startles the horses—
my own violence

flashes like thunder
and quakes on the walls.