Letter To Myselves

You can be hurt because you want too much; because in your face it says: love me, nurture me; because in your teeth it says: sugar flows to us; because in your tongue it says: drive in the spike. You can be hurt because you care too much because your ribs swing out like shutters & your heart glows like a night light. You can be hurt because you need too much because your skin comes off in streamers & your veins twang like guitar strings. You can be hurt that way. You made your head a wind tunnel for death. You made your womb the world's confessional. You made your heart a lump of burning clay. You, me- we can be hurt that way.