trauma trauma
bey
Registrant
We fall asleep backs to each other
Perched on either edge of the bed
Curled around our traumas
We push and push against them
Until they are small enough to fit in our mouths
We each fall asleep with our trauma
Tucked in our cheeks
Poking it with our tongues
We fall asleep with our mouths closed tightly
But the night is dark and long
In darkness we press our bellies together
Our arms tied together in knots
Traumas spilled everywhere
His and mine blurred to ours
Me using his arm as a sheild
Against invisible assailants
His fingers against my neck
Checking for a pulse
My arms holding on against waves of longing
That knock me out of bed
His arms keeping me still
His hand pressed flat against the in out of my lungs
My hand holding his wrist so he can't leave me alone with them
His hand doing the same
Morning comes and we wake embarassed
Untie ourselves in silence
Unwrap arms from arm
Leg from leg
Loss from loss
Pick up pieces of trauma
Is this mine or yours?
We turn our backs to each other
and push and pull ourselves together
Tucking traumas back into quiet hiding places
Later over breakfast we hide behind
Newspaper and cell phone
Across the table from each other
Smile at each other
And nod
Mouths held tightly closed
Perched on either edge of the bed
Curled around our traumas
We push and push against them
Until they are small enough to fit in our mouths
We each fall asleep with our trauma
Tucked in our cheeks
Poking it with our tongues
We fall asleep with our mouths closed tightly
But the night is dark and long
In darkness we press our bellies together
Our arms tied together in knots
Traumas spilled everywhere
His and mine blurred to ours
Me using his arm as a sheild
Against invisible assailants
His fingers against my neck
Checking for a pulse
My arms holding on against waves of longing
That knock me out of bed
His arms keeping me still
His hand pressed flat against the in out of my lungs
My hand holding his wrist so he can't leave me alone with them
His hand doing the same
Morning comes and we wake embarassed
Untie ourselves in silence
Unwrap arms from arm
Leg from leg
Loss from loss
Pick up pieces of trauma
Is this mine or yours?
We turn our backs to each other
and push and pull ourselves together
Tucking traumas back into quiet hiding places
Later over breakfast we hide behind
Newspaper and cell phone
Across the table from each other
Smile at each other
And nod
Mouths held tightly closed
