In silent hurt and promise
  1. And the eggshell beauty of her pain and grief
  2. Fragmented into demons, into toads, into harsh tongued ravens--no--no, larks, nesting wrens I say
  3. I drew it all in, her breath to mine
  4. And breathed back, we breathed together
  5. She gets back off the couch. A bruise blooms under my ribs
  6. I breathe