i built a cabin in my mouth
 
& made each tooth a forest.
my throat: a well. 
the roof of my mouth:
a new pinkish sky. 
here is where i want you to vanish to.
you will live alone yes 
& somedays you will wonder 
if there are any animals in the trees
or if you are the only remaining creature.
i want you to be lonely.
i want you to miss me. i am a selfish house. 
what can vanish mean in a world
where every stream flows into grocery store?
aluminum cans sprout from the brush.
the moss on the trees thickens. 
i've always told you
i need to build a cabin in the woods
& escape from everything
but i wouldn't survive you see.
this structure is for you.
when you peer out the windows 
you will see the world as i witnessed it.
the violet hue. the premonitions. the ghosts.
the trembling of every staircase.
you will have a woods to toss yourself to.
i would be terrible at this; 
snapping the arms off trees for fire
& fishing in the empty lake
hoping to catch a father or a fish.
i trust very few symbols
but i do believe that god is a fish.
i have worn a baited hook around my neck
& tried to drown. but here i am alive
& ushering you inside a new home.
the pros are you will know i'm always near.
the cons are i will be so vast
you might never find my lips.
let me tell you though 
when twilight comes you can follow
the pink in the sky. keept reaching
till you brush against something 
soft & damp. this will be the edge.