as the weight incrementally increased,
she folded her desire in half,
then in half again,
and again,
until she could barely feel it at all,
tucking it into that hidden corner of her heart,
a minuscule origami equal in measure to her worth
amidst the chaos,
amidst all I don’t know,
all that isn’t mine to maneuver,
all that is out of my reach,
I know this familiar misery,
this misery that’s all mine
and I can make as much as I want
I long, again,
to feel the crisp kick of sunrise in my chest,
the awe of iridescent silver pouring over rippled water,
the sweet illumination of seeable song,
an angel lifting her head in a triumphant
hello
