Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson

hamlet

(indeed) i hide. my heart
beats

one fragile chamber
(at a time). in miles per second

for millenia. you.

i go back (there). antique stores
and pink

hat feathers (speeding,

chasing cars) and         holding on.
for ages.

(most definitely) i hide
my

destination

from you.
(indeed).