my chest leaked open
in a snow-broken garden
hold my last letter in the mirror
every hospital is a march of horses
i wish to be a cavalryman
as my father was
every box can be measured with a body
you’re bread & water
you’re a pistol on the wall
bury me in a body-sized body
with rye bread & toy horses
every ghost is the story of a ghost
i am prince i am fog i am horse
