if you could stretch and reach
if you could contort
in such a bizarre way
to make contact
if you stuck hand thru mouth
patiently dug down deep
fingers wet
sliding past unfamiliar structure
if you slowly pushed thru
continued moving on
after constriction
would be freedom
and you would find
you would find
that i am full of empty space
a hollow vessel
of thick fragile walls
still
if you grasped at the moisture in the air
closed your fist tight
carefully extracted your disjointed arm
turned your palm up
and slowly opened your fingers
what you would find
is words
black serif letters
thick as ink
sweet as berries
dark as sin
you would find
you would find
me there
my breath in your hands
my secret life
exposed
