How to Heal

Sit naked in the sun.

Photosynthesize.

Branch hips.

Unfurl fists.

Picture every 

yolk soft-boiled. 

Wear shame 

like fishnets,

pair with 

pleather boots.

Deliberately

undress.

Recall the

perineum sits

between providence 

and pareidolia,

the third eye -

a jeweler’s loupe.

Find the 

hooked thorn.

Remove carefully,

place in tissue

soaked 

with grief. 

Burn that 

motherfucker.

(Smoke is the only

honest prayer.)

Don’t stop 

treading water -

there is no 

bottom anymore.

Be sure to wave 

to lovers

waving from

receding shores.