The head warns the insides
that flowers grow, too
when his teeth and tongue settle on petals.
Terrified stars put on their jackets
when the moon shows her face,
the eyelashes of light are dishonest with excuses
to reschedule Our rest.
Swallowed ghosts fall asleep
in their cribs as the shudders of fur
command recognition when he sighs into ear canals.
The insides remind the head
of the flicker of sun’s nosebleed
when the ambiguity of incompetent love
was altogether silent.