I have a little devil on my shoulder he is so friendly and I pet him sometimes but he bites me so savagely like war wounds

the words that push through me like electric current
hold them in your hands
till they spill softly like
tiny rocks
all the pebbles
in Ohio
your heart winces when they are gone 

I bet you'll be walking down the road sometime soon and pick up a rock and stick it in your pocket. And for one moment I will be that rock. I'll be that thing you just took.