They call you knife in the voodoo doll,
sparkler burn, random rover, rattled
last nerve, say you migrate like butterflies
& cluster by tide. Oh, circadian rhythm,
metronome of ache, you hang on like fear
of falling. Death’s oldest friend, preferring
women to men, even Tyrannosaurus
Sue knew your sadness, your crystallized
famine, your ancient, insatiable cells.
A sort of Ice Age, an x-ray, you are all
Egyptians mummified. You take & take
so tuck our amulets into your bandages.
Safe passage, Dolor. Accept our promise
to constellate you, held forever by night.
Wrest our kisses bitter again & again &
please, know we tried. Sometimes, through
our necks & arms, our hearts would break
you into cradle-able parts so warm, so bright.