I wrote this yesterday

I‘ll go see my doctorpriest tomorrow,

she’ll tell me what to do,

I‘ll tell her about you and

what’s between us

is tender

and prone to bleeding if pressed

like two sides of a wound undressed

slowly healing together

she’ll ask me, does it hurt?

I guess that yes,

it hurts but

somehow less than

yesterday

she’ll say, okay

what’s changed?

It’s strange, I mumble

stumble over words

for you

I trip and fall

they can’t express

that yes

it hurts

but

what’s the word?

she must’ve misheard.

gives me no word,

no bandage,

no ointment

but a pen

and paper,

mostly blank

in provident cursive

our next appointment