To take what we love inside
is a meditation in recklessness,
a dangerous prayer.
Tear past the crooked tooth and greedy tongue,
slip into the capillaries,
rebellious and swerving toward an endless
litany of drunk driving and takeaway food.
There is no caution tape here because
everything is an emergency.
This body, still such a stranger,
is the only chapel I’ve got
except my heart laid flat on paper.
inspired by Lee Yong Lee’s poem From Blossoms