Hello, Sylvia, I am the pilot light
behind your oven door,
don’t worry about the dirt on the floor,
come and find the darkness that waits
beyond breath and believing.
Hello, Anne, I am the ignition
just waiting for your key
and the vodka on your tongue
where a fur coat will never
Hello, Elise, I am the window
seven stories up, a pane of glass
between now and forever,
never mind the shards that stick in your skin,
the pain is just brief seconds
from the freedom you never found within.
Hello, Virginia, I am the water,
I am the river, I am the stones
you use to fill your pockets. Do not be afraid,
accept that these hours were never precious
and in the soft soil of the river’s bed
may you finally find your rest.
Hello, woman, I am the method,
the handgun, the pillowcase, the empty bottle.
The idols you worship knew the truth,
that these voices will never shut the fuck up,
unless you follow the footsteps
of the ghosts who came before.