“In fact, a deed, a gesture of rage or love, a poem, a painting, a song, a book are always wrapped in thick wrappers. They have been touched by manifold whys.”
– Paulo Freire
Your delight and joy
has taken root within my body.
Yet, we are blessed with the ability to nurture
thoughts and feelings,
within our heads and hearts
at once measuring a diameter’s reach.
And so I curl here,
on the bathroom floor,
where I have shed through tears and blood
my angst/ my soul,
anticipating the blossom of your joy.
Your joy is not my pain!
Though a cheery grin belies my grief.
I press my forehead to the lucite rim
and let the spasms fade.