Inside these bones
is the might of a thousand barking dogs,
and the most beautiful garden you’ll ever see.
One incision down the middle
takes 46 stitches to close, two passes.
Each round of cuts creates a bigger hole,
a hole to exist without healing.
The weight of destiny could crush a soul,
or make resolve immovable.
I am the evangelist.
I am the congregation.
That which I seek is also seeking me.
From the ashes of a girl
rises a king and a queen.