it means to hang on a hook
my feet in the sea, my eyes both
closed and everywhere.
it means to lick the blade
every day, whose sheath
is my heart. it means
that all the gates are iron teeth.
every day I negotiate
the crack that tries to eat me.
it spills with light
it doesn’t care.
you’ve seen a pearl
in an oyster, haven’t you?
It’s something like that
if the oyster was stone
if the pearl was burning.
