distance (part forty-one)

If you so much as rattled through your bones
that it would be a good idea,

(you know)
I'd be there in one frightened beat of your heart in the regretful lump of your throat,
that neck I want to linger on.

What have I become?
O, rabbit pulse of mine,
Carry me to there and then just drop me off a block away please.
I don't want any of the bloodhounds looking through their windows
to see.

-Dana Winter