Fault Lines
let me suppress it, please
let me push it down. i'll burn
every flower petal and never
pluck an answer; this expression
has no solution. cracks through
concrete: keep paving over and
hide beneath my hands. my
memorized babble can bend
the rainbow over—why can't
chanting shut eyes peel back
storm cloud curtains? slither
me out of this snakeskin sticky
on my porcelain skin. i'm corpse-
cold inside, chasing silver
sparks that float through,
flutter of attraction, all netted
in the wind. why am i
caught in dusk flurries? Instead,
i will sleep in river beds and wish
on dandelion tufts; blow out
candles and all the flickering
fancies fade to smoke. let it
fly away; let me go.