I am here


No

Not in the medicine drawer

Where you keep all the last ditches

and the off switches


I want to close the circuit


I am here


No

Not in the bed

Where you outstay your needs

and water your memories


I want to wake you up


I am here


No

Not in your party dress

That slips over your head

and locks down your eyelids


I want to know you deeply


I am here


Yes

At the end of alternatives


This poem is dedicated to my daughter. May you stand still long enough to see that it’s the running away which creates what you run from xx