You cannot be seen
Out of my mind’s reach
There is a part of me I did not bringTo this new land I choose to call my own.Even the migrant bird returns in spring.I find my heart is only here on loan
Dear John,
Cry out a clumsy prayer,
to a god you cower to call .
Say my name, I dare you.
See which one of us
comes first.
Sincerely,
