damage (done)

damage done is

on still youthful faces
glazed under the skin
grafted to the surface

I've learned how to trust
in one direction
and the world flows through me:

an unstoppered conduit

passing far too much

this is very important:

remember me

and the look in my eyes

when I spoke

words I said
(omitted)
are secondary
to my humanity

I don't want to apologize
for what happened to me

so I erase the sky
and replace it
with each blink of an eye

I allow myself intimacy
in small things
that go unnoticed

like that gentle breeze
grazing through the door
cracked open

like looking up
at a singer's song
she sings

vulnerable and strong

an artist
painting the moment

to life

unmasked
suddenly facing
vivid corporality

un(done)
rhythms push us
along the melodious

spine