when you scramble to find the solid substance in you
when you shrink back like a wounded puppy at every noise
and the world keeps pulling at your loosening seams
you are brittle, crumbling on the outside
and soft as tenderized oysterflesh within
go the innermost chamber of your secret sanctum
tell the graceful butler at the door
no visitors today
listen to the softest of love songs
where the singer’s voice trembles with tenderness
and the drum is the rhythm of blood in your veins
carrying you nutrients, crimson vitality, and warmth
break the emergency glass in your ribcage with an axe
remove the fire extinguisher and first-aid kit you were born with
with potions, bandages, aspirin. and even better
you may, in time, learn a secret alchemy
to transform this turmoil into beauty
and mine from the common rocky bitterness of pain
the rich coal that burns with steady fire
so when the world leaves you dizzy
you twist with the pain, and then the twisting turns to spinning
and as you whirl, a new kind of dance is formed
some days you are gasping for a break from the brutality
try this: the tired woman at the counter when you buy your meager meal
tell her that her nails shine like the inside of a conch shell
this is code for: I recognize you as a human
she will reply with the incantation that will bring you back to life:
the perfect syllables of your name