For listening
To all of my words
All of the breaths and not breaths in between
For being my still
When I could only jerk and flinch
Like electric shock scraping salt paper
For being prayer when my hands would not fold
Eyes could not close
For giving me space to
Ball my fists without apology
For listening to me smile
My cheeks spread past my ears
For being happy for me
Without having to know why
For being blood
Feet
Tree
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