last weeks
we wait like
napkins for
you
to be opened
like the sky for
rain
unbuttoned
like a beating
heart spilling
over with
spirit
i search for
words in
leaf veins,
the broken
vessels in
my ankles
words to
calm your
small
shuddering
body
beneath
my skin
the lines
on my tum
& palms
deepening
swelling
wide enough
to carry
your name