Fontanelle
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handful_ofdustFONTANELLE
The skull at birth,
blooming together in sections
like a bone flower,
closing only slowly
and by strict degrees
A five-lidded eye, skin-wrapped
A flower, negatively petalled
Things close over, scar
but it's not forever
Trauma's a zipper, twitching
back and forth, and back, and forth
and back
and forth
One last switch of the tail
and now all the other holes
in my head come open
like eyes, those secret places
where my skull
once knit
Those soft spots
where they all come back in,
like keys to keyholes—
all the stuff
that hurts
the very most
The skull is a heart,
unbeating
When it opens itself
all kinds of things get in
It's a wound, not a gift
It bleeds forever
long after
your own capacity
to feel it.
The skull at birth,
blooming together in sections
like a bone flower,
closing only slowly
and by strict degrees
A five-lidded eye, skin-wrapped
A flower, negatively petalled
Things close over, scar
but it's not forever
Trauma's a zipper, twitching
back and forth, and back, and forth
and back
and forth
One last switch of the tail
and now all the other holes
in my head come open
like eyes, those secret places
where my skull
once knit
Those soft spots
where they all come back in,
like keys to keyholes—
all the stuff
that hurts
the very most
The skull is a heart,
unbeating
When it opens itself
all kinds of things get in
It's a wound, not a gift
It bleeds forever
long after
your own capacity
to feel it.
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Date: 2021-02-19 03:53 am (UTC)unbeating
Nice.
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Date: 2021-02-19 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-19 03:19 pm (UTC)