to this gristly bloody network of sinew and bone?
am I my body?
i ask because it hurts so much, this ache in my chest
How can longing be felt by tissue and muscle, flesh and blood?
How does regret render the palate deaf dumb and blind to taste?
the dull weight of misery pulls like a stone in the lungs and stomach
grief constraining breath
the body bears what we can't express
expresses what we can't bear