At the center of the earth is a molten core
of iron and nickel. Don’t touch this, the gods say.
There are wounds deeper than you can imagine.
And the heart has separate chambers for a reason.
One for disappointment, one that can never be filled.


They tell us but we don’t listen. We try to capture
the blue of the blue sea in jars, but it is always murky
and littered. We trap nine fireflies at dusk,
and in the morning all the light in them is gone.
We let them go, we pour them out.


Do you think
you are you for no reason? Do you know there are two
other chambers? If you put your ear to the heart,
any heart, it will say, Do this and do this. And the sky
will bleed out at the end of every day.