Rebuilding

I'm sick to death
of messiahs & devils—
the constant pulls

of unwarranted faith

& dissolving into sin.

Give me a simple life—

living under minty starlight

& a tin roof that
chimes out love songs
every time it rains.

I'll make jam

& knit enough children
to fill a school bus—

a woman of newborn trust

& happiness so electric
it lights the entire house.

As long as you come nightly
to my incandescent body
in the window—

pull me into the
everlasting smell of
hard labor & safety—

I'll stay up late,
listening for the clicking
of a key in the lock

& knowing that with it
all the locks around my heart

come undone too.