hold your camera like a bible

And my heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs because I want to build my bones into cribs
and lay my reluctance to rest; test what it would be like to live frenetically,
to hold you unapologetically, to plant a giving tree on my front lawn so that when you're gone
it can give you back to me.



we all carry these things inside
that no one else can see.
they hold us down like anchors,
they drown us out at sea.