Not the time to edit

When the surface is too sensitive for editing,
settle in and write more peonies.
If you're in a pickle jar and about to decucumber,
let softness air out your pelican.
As wings suffer from underuse,
be a penguin.
When the past is a broken chopstick under the fingernail,
restate torture as critical traverse.
Candle flame, underhand, transfers soot and pain
until your palm faces the street and smells the rain.