Click, click
The heels of ruby roots kiss
twice, though the adage rings true
Mother Earth sits in her kitchen, wears an apron,
stirring wanderlust with spoons

Turn me a deer
Fill me aloft
Set me to running
Friend me a forest and
Paint me true.

Incantations, rust
Feet calloused to hooves
Savaged and unsalvageable
a permanent shift and
Brand new shoes.

She stamped me clean; silent
Oaths climbing caves (the wettest of mouths). Moths
Beaten against glass eyes,
So attracted to the light.

Mama says, you're going to die
Father says don't come back
But I think if you live like a wound,
Split wide open,
The only thing written in stone
Is an epitaph.