It sometimes starts with a single word, like 'vacuum', or two, like 'give me' -
not so much a key to a locked door, through which my heart gives and takes,
as a single stone displaced from the wall of a dam by a sudden jolt of current.
But the water does not leak like it would from a tap carelessly left open,
but rushes out impatiently, with the rage that is gathered from invisibility.
