I try to pull you out of me,
try to find out where you live.
Perhaps a hollowed space in my chest
or in the space behind my eye.
You're as far away as you could be
yet you can pull a string,
without even knowing
and the animal buried inside me
writhes.
I search for you,
for the part you left inside me
with broken glass I search
through the fatty tissue.
Then I stop.
Always at that point
as if part of me is scared
i'll reach the bone
and still I won't have found you.