leaky ceiling in the abandoned house off main street i found my wild knowing. bird beaks kalideoscoped. chandelier in my chest. spearmint bush bursting through floorboards. everything has jagged edges when you are fifteen. doorways chew you pink. i would sleep with my eyes open, waiting for a flock to come & scoop out my tongue. this is a hymn for those who arrive to empty places. hallway of blackberries. i plucked door knobs from my manias. rolled them down the hallway. i'd think, "does anyone else hear the moon turning over?" no? only me?