OPENING
I’m open so wide
so wide
I don’t have any skin.
Words overheard
on the sidewalk
jostle me left and right. Every breeze
becomes a parade,
every scratch
a torrent.
Even a dancer suddenly lifted
is enough to blank me out.
And just a pebble of a country song on the radio
rattles my fault lines:
I’m in so deep
Can’t think of gettin’ out
I’m open so wide
so wide
to take in each of your glances,
all of your long, dark hair.
