“Keep it closed for the first few
days, months, sometimes even years
bandaged against the oxygen of consciousness.
The cut’s too deep, not ready for the
sting of alcohol wipes or saltwater tears.
You’ll know when the time is right,
when the wind that once rattled
your bones with thoughts of
lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
becomes the breath that can save you,
when the wound is ready
for full exposure
to the depths of its darkness
and the edges of healing light.”