what the walls hold

looking in

i could look at this bunny all day and smile
tomboy style
i want to make myself a shawl like this, and i want to live in long scarves and wraps
i put nutella in my coffee this morning
this man's poetry and the story of his marriage to jane kenyon speaks to a place inside me that had, until meeting his words, no language (how do i contact him? i want to write a letter).


what the walls hold
acid, i imagine
blood
pulse
pulling, rowing, on an icy river
bend over, grab whatever you can
reach
white walls
angry floors
the wind, the wind, the wind
in the hallway, the
ghosts' shadows on the
ceiling
a ladder of birch
a wreathe of branches and winter
sticks
i love her, i love her
the walls hold ringing
a ring
a soft
kiss


do you know what i would like for my birthday?
this octopus
and this octopus shirt (in gray, size ladies medium)
and maybe a new yoga mat. mine has a hole.