Ode to pectus

Danielle Walczak

 

In the orange light

soft like an

un-

sipped coffee

morning

un

zipped your lips

I search

ribs

one two

three six

sternum

shadow

I fall

into the crevices

your heart

holds

soft subtle

bone

 

inhale

 

I kiss kiss

mist over

pieces

I never ignored

there

you stare

I mist

I kiss

 

please

 

exhale

exhale

exhale