Fully recover

 

I advise the devil to return the gifts

I advise the hours of love to languish

I feel divided in meltwater and tears

the deaf visions reminisce

I advise the soap to conjure the sick

out from under its rotting leaves

while the harvest levels the field

and I still doubt whether I will ever fully recover.

Every day there is something 

           ugly and cold to sing about

like something sung without front teeth

and every day there is something beautiful too.

I have written it on the inside of the bark of trees

I have tasted it in the cores of apples

my tongue wanders around 

                       teeth marks of ruins

I write about it

I have cried in front of even you

I withdraw when needed yes

I rebuild quietly

and I still doubt whether I will ever fully recover. 

Every day there is something 

           ugly and cold to sing about

like something sung without front teeth

and every day there is something beautiful too.