When words
make where
out of when
spacetime
bends.
Tell me
another
story about
a family.
I was in
one of those.
Presence produces
the guilt that
sticks between
ribs and spine;
play those organs
and watch your mind
heal.
A concrete body
becomes a politics
when it recognizes
parts. Therapy helps.
Call me author.
I'll call you.
I wish I
did.