fuzzy handcuffs i want to give you all my wrists in a basket like a bushel of plums. here is how a body is led to the edge of control. you swallow the key & say, "now you're mine." we can gift ourselves. should we gift ourselves? i have become an expert at feeding organs to neighbors. jars of honey, syruped light, sit on the windowsill. coming apart in symbols. my apples. my spearmint. i open mouth. there is a welcome mat there make your home between my breathes. i will give you all the "yes" i have. yes, hold me here. yes, call me capture. yes, make a relic of me.