Cat claws on the heart’s tin roof, each breath a locomotive running off the rails, the switching signal’s warning rat-a-tat, I’m up too early, the alphabet net snags and tears, moths, then motes, then gone. What I love, I undo, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. No one knows me, matchstick Guy Fawkes doll, my burnt head micro-ember sunset gleams, day moon hostage to the dark’s slant dream. What ghosts I have I won’t or can’t give up. Impossible to love or leave, poor self banging its head, wanting—what? As if I knew what I meant or wanted, baby voice humming: mouth skull smile.