changing the locks

i tell you i see the world
through the door's throat.
a gullet for reaching. all day
i try to become a mail man.
i deliver a package of fires. try
to be a lover & instead 
i break my fingers into bread crumbs.
have you ever tried to 
gut an animal? our bodies
do not want to come apart.
instead, each movement is a reminder
that this was all once whole.
screws on the floor that turn
to beetles. i find his name 
in my mouth & no plier
will get it out. doesn't everyone want
a life free of yesterday? cutting
the tail off & watching it writhe.
it turns into another version of you
who hair never stops growing.
the screw driver prophet. 
canned holy water. we drink sodas 
in the yard. untie a noose hung
from the tree. clip our fingernails
into the dirt. test the lock twice
before we believe it works.