i did not have any
children. i did not
have even one
dog. not a cat.
i did not really ever
appreciate the work
i was given.
mostly
i have
complaints.
mostly
i have
a body full
of organs
that pump and
swish and
burble and
grin.
they all want
love, too.
it isn’t just
for the heart.
mostly
i have
these words,
filtering
into me,
never once
mine, always
to leave me.
nothing broken,
in their vanishing
wake.
