After I can no longer feel it
they’ll ask, how did you get here?

That inquiry about how becomes a pain in
itself and I try to put myself back into place

what happens if the injury can no longer set?
Fear returns one moment at a time

as curtains fall open exposing a window
even though my body is here and now

it is fractured by memories, no one can see:
corrupted cells, damaged parts

and whatever could have been
returns not treated or healed

and though I’ve finally found a place –
to grow whole, questions about

the how I arrived here knock bones
and joints out of place once more

weakening the muscles of my heart.