my son
the size of barely a peach
you left me for somewhere else
feet first, head last

i wish you could cast your shadows
onto daughter daylight
and blister so hard
that you're walking on balloons
maybe try to lick
the unreachable parts of your arm
or move your fingers
to wake yourself into body again

but instead
like a cartoon
i imagine you burrowed from my lap
feet first
tunneling toward eternal
leaving me bleeding and
deleting memory of being
more than one body