Letter to a Man With a Headache


    Dream only


    of locks


    and never


    of caskets.


    Breathe sweet,


    silent psalms


    and concentrate


    on the meat of


    Stolen story; please report.


    your heart


    beating.


    At worst,


    hide your head


    in a brass


    bound box


    and I''ll


    wrap myself


    around the


    rest as a


    nest made up


    of skin and


    hair and


    quiet, private


    peace.


    - Kat Isacson