Only the ghosts love who they can love.
After my mouth closed I behead fish
& flowers with the same scissors,
everything beautiful in the river
where he left me to rim with salt.
that’s all that matters,
he set the bears upon me.
Their throbbing haunches,
their milk teeth falling like pianos.
Inside this cod is a necklace of cells
he has never touched.
What I would give to be the goddess
of their newness,
to be something
he hasn’t yet ruined.