Love makes you an addict.
Loss, a *******.
I have learned my legs again,
The shocking tenderness of my fingerprints,
Rediscovered the planes of my own face
By touch
And found them sharp enough to cut.
I have risen from the belly of the earth
To hands and knees, to my unsteady feet,
And I have stood and asked the world again
To do its worst,
And give me its best.
I have read the changing seasons of my life
Like braille,
Felt my way
Until the day I gained the courage to open my eyes,
And found that the tears had all but dried and gone,
And that the light was chilling, to the bone.