February

Lift something up
like your head
from a dazzling blue jewel
you sift chemicals filter breath
what is good for someone like you
is me so stop looking
for what you can't find
from the speed
propelling you onto
an icy lot somewhere
walking on crisp brown flowers
deep in Brooklyn
like a saw in the middle
of a thigh or breakfast
alone one too many mornings
you come undone
that's when you exhale
and listen to the music of your lungs
you can come anytime
and you should.