I want to write of what is sealed:
names of the nameless, stories of
the dying, what's inside the heart-shaped
box before its opened, the meaning,
the meaning, the meaning
I want to undress into light,
hold the uncovered wrist to its mark,
my mouth to the fire.
There are words for opening:
rupture, break out, disclosure.
In a bowl, the size of an egg,
I dip my wings and write-
the ink flows over.