A Dinosaur’s Heart

I cut my hands on treasures,
Junk diamond shipwreck
Champagne dinosaur bones
In lavender clay
A twelve-year-old girl
Whose tear ducts produce glass.
My watch takes photographs.
My pillow has an escape hatch.
Even a dinosaur’s heart
Has a secret compartment,
Suicide pills
For the bang or the whimper,
Extras for mercy killings.
Broken sex fever,
Leave a picture by my bed,
A razor in the claw-footed tub.