Fracture

Excerpt from "The Inn of the Empty Egg":

The soul is fidelity /
hollowed with infidelity to itself, /
the Inn of the Empty Egg. An ancient aurochs, /
Hieronymus Bosch looks back upon his shell, the Inn /
of his undelivered body, so warm to those who still /
remember covers, the candles under covers, /
the cool warmth of finding the cardinal points of /
one's anatomy in the dark, late night, at 6 years old...