i think i am looking for something sharper.
all these digging metaphors & somehow 
i find myself with dirt up to my elbows.
oh boy. oh boy. someone come
touch my neck with tenderness.
press a palm to my belly. heal me. heal me.
how has it been half a year already since
this started all over again, this cloying
turbulence? - like eating jelly straight
out of the jar in spoonfuls. heal me.