this silence like
ova bursting in my
mouth, my eyes
windows shivering behind the storm
just before the
break
I
lean my face into the glass
pane, something
trembles in your
gaze, an
imperceptible
gap:
I
go through it,
my mouth full of
shrapnel
my chest torn by
light, like
a stained glass
window,
blazing.
the [blank] garden 