CALL ME BELOVED

I’ll hibernate through these coldest days –
let them count my ribs; I hunger for more
than food, regardless, I’ll never be found –
as loud and as harmless as a nightmare
handmade from discarded shame – just
malformed masked grotesqueries, error,
the kind of poison you have to bury deep,
don’t leave any marker for those secrets
that should never have seen the sunlight