To pick yourself up

To pick yourself up
one bone at a time
to make a skeleton

to feed it muscle and revelation
to watch it walk into the traffic with no clothes on

to watch the sunrise
to watch the birds sing
with no eyes

with your hair already in wisps
the wind whistling through this cage
where your heart lives.

To pick yourself up
one loose stone at a time
to build a kiln where your heart lives

to place your skeleton
immortelle one more unopened rose upon these
chalky steps of time

watch it climb without sinew
without reason fetch the cloudbase in your mind.

to pick yourself up to turn your memories
into gold to pour them molten down your
throat like a longing