I can’t choose how deeply I love
or how fiercely I need to cry sometimes.
This day, needed a new kind of wailing,
the kind that digs into the land of sticky stuck
inside my belly.
I’d like to say I was crying our collective cry
and that was why, it felt so colossal but
it was all mine
all for all of me that feels sorry
for how much I have to plate or stomach
whatever the saying is…it’s all so hard to digest.
My world shifting, sails slipping,
even the ground that I count…