SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND
by reaching your prying hand
out then back towards your body
the heart dismantles itself no less
to please the skin, bristling
with a membership to your own life’s
most private spaces, majesty
and is there a word for
uncomfortable euphoria
it leaves your bedroom a mess
and the rest of your life
in perfect order,
first, model your joy after marriage
next, divorce your partner and
flea the song, long and low,
emanating from the dark trees
the birds alight in perfect asymmetry
and aren’t we all just having fun
here with our sternums partly-exposed
to the sun, they say what doesn’t kill you
make you longer and when the shadows
rattle against the west side of the house
you hide in bed like a hieroglyphic
until the panic passes you find your way
to your backyard at dawn
discover an heirloom, buried.
Rob Wilson Engle is Pittsburgh native, poet, and personal trainer currently residing in Brooklyn, New York. His creative work has appeared in DIAGRAM, Reality Beach, Profane, Phantom and elsewhere.