Earth opens wide
like the hungry mouths of unfed children,
cracking at the edges
and spewing the contents of its ages
in your crooked smile, crossed legs,
and crossed heart.
and terrify, but gather will like leaves
to look inside.
The artery glows with the heat of
your world’s bleak and boundless core,
the place where summers sleep
when the sun turns away
and you’re left with only the warmth
of fires you can imagine.
Change springs forth,
thawing you out,
and suddenly blood returns
to your cold countenance,
to carry you away and home again.