I think I want you to break me open.
Like a pomegranate or a chicken egg
or a bank vault full of golden bars.
The shell is just there
for the satisfaction of getting past it.
The seed wants to be found,
the yolk to be spilled out,
the gold wants to be pilfered,
though it might not know it.
Push yourself into one of my cracks
like a wedge and chisel me open.
Use a knife, use a granite countertop,
use a hundred pounds of dynamite,
use whatever you need to open me up
and make me teach you myself.