Heart you giddy dirty bird 
quit knocking your cage 
with a storm’s breathless whistle.

Heart kick the windows out 
to ride every swallowed lightning 
bug through this body’s streets.

Heart be good 
be loud be red 
say yes to the milk man

When he invites you in, 
when he bites your cold 
lip turning you into

a pack of dogs that outrun 
the squawk of a hen 
house set on fire.