i see her face
there are lines now-
i am missing years.
i know her hands, her hair
her knees and teeth
but she is not me.
days fall from the calendar and i am
stuck here
waiting, watching for her
wondering if she will resurface
i wrap my hands around my own wrists
but they are not mine
i bend with the same knees
but they are not mine
i eat with the same mouth
but it is not mine.
can you find her?
i think the red painted over her-
the searing hot pain in her gut
swallowed her whole.