Four thirty am holds a precious gaping hole holy holy Two fingers below the sternum holy holy Living off exposure it is all thirst Hunger and pointless desire A soft wind blowing around its perimeter holy holy holy I dress it in tight shirts keep it contained holy holy Put a wreath of flowers around its rim holy holy A close contender for emptiness A soft howl as it consents to try to sleep until morning I am a vacancy malcontent holy holy holy holy It whistles when i roll over Holy holy roll over holy holy If somebody reaches out reaches through They reach in holy holy Touch these brittle walls Membranes for osmosis holy holy holy holy Here is all the gum i swallowed in this life Things grown from apple seeds wouldn't survive Care to see more of this ragged display Wasn't planning on keeping it to myself anyway Empty cocoons of moths stuck to the gut Circular scarring of the sainthood of trust All womanhood submerged in a pool of blood Bring a boat and a rope and whatever we are We are certainly something holy holy holy Carve a rift into this table Midway holy holy If you dare look at me from across your eyes will fall into it They will never meet mine I will never dig a hole two fingers below this sternum To bury myself to be insatiable I can sit here forever pretending to be whole and it's holy holy holy