Lines Left on the Cutting Room Floor - December 26, 2018

Imagine bark as skin, ponder roots.
Interrogate the love they implicate.
Because you’re a survivor, take off the boots
you stole to walk among the dead. Don’t wait!
Learn the way before they strap your feet
into stirrups, before they press their lips
to the hollow of your mouth and breathe. The heat,
a surprise at first, will fill and lift your hips.