This is how it is: the smallest body wracked with song.
Being broken is the only way to escape a voice.
Picture a stained glass window shattering to let loose hymns.
I’ve never had the courage to shatter anything.
Sometimes, a rabbit’s heart explodes in its chest.
Scientists say this is caused by too much fear and too little body,
but I want to believe differently:
that body took the crash inside the forest out of the forest and kept it.