I Patiently explain the meaning of fate
The elemental sense in keeping yourself sane
Yet, he refuses to read anything I write
I am convinced it’s my unusualness
I obsess over things, over deaths
Death, we speak often too much of

His lungs dilate slowly, primitively suffering

I can’t rest, can’t sleep

Words consume me, I can heal him
I was a doctor, a nurse, I played the piano
Saving lives, why can’t I save his

Why am I so human, why can’t I contain this grief

I tip at his feet, they are swollen, calling for peace

They mumble light into my ears, it’s sour sound stains my clothes
Elevating my crumbled heart to shore, an Atlantic altar we call home