I am ready to be loved by any thing.For your love, I’d wash your feet, bake you bread,water your flowers when you’re away.I’d sleep outside with them, would pourblood straight from my wrist to feed them.I’d cut the circle in my chest to make spacefor the moon, let a star nest inside melike a scorpion, just to feel its lovethough it would hurt. And though it would hurt,if I could not be loved, I’d puncture my skullthrough the ear and drip every dreamI’ve had into the soil, a shadowhoneyfor the worms to eat, if they might know meas one of them, teach me how to movethrough their darkness. I’d feed my heartto a snake if it would show me how to changeskins, how to survive as an unloveable thing.I would cut my soul out to make roomfor another soul, push it out in loopsthe way frostflowers, in those first hoursof spring, push through the stems in a field,mimicking flowers. I’d push through myselfthe way pain had pushed through my brain,like a tooth through a gum, until I couldno longer contain it. Stranger, I’d even liedown for the axe if it could make me new.In my mind, the moment is so beautiful:my head will roll away from my necklike the shadow through the eclipse,like a stone from the door of a tomb.Then I’ll climb out of that body, a lambwith claws and a sleeping viperwhere a beating heart should be, lambthat could kill if you came any closer,lamb that eats the wildflowersfrom your hand without fear.