If I could crack my spine
like you can crack your knuckles
or like I can crack your patience
or like lightning cracks the oak.
Then I would crack my spine.
Clean, right down the middle.
Just to see what I keep inside.
What secrets my bones hold.
I know each crack along my vertebrae
is one split closer to the end.
But wouldn’t it be worth it
to fully understand what I carry with me?
To see just how far I bend?
If I could crack my spine
like the thunder cracks the clouds
then maybe I could crack my ribs too
and then I could really breathe.
Maybe I could crack my skull
and watch the things I think come spilling out.
Maybe I could crack my heart wide open
and let me feel the things I feel.