To walk away from a box full of kittens, many just parts, nubs. To hope they are not my litter.
My neck is burning. My arm. Wrist.
(Naudhiz (a need bound across the chest, distress, deliverance, passion, the shadow self
To lie. And listen to the three-year-old mother. Your thigh touching mine around her.
To need to lie down. With. To wrap with around me. To trust. Impossible. This is nothing but trust.
My mother got lost. The first ten years. I got lost. A man. Another ten.
Did you ever leave a bag of bones to find your way back.