So many ways to be sorry So many ways to fail you can poke so many holes in the moth-bitten momments you can be surprised by the amount of tears expunged from your aching body rhythmically rhythmically always in tune always weakened by the slightest stare the mildest discomfort how are we, so fragile and so softened to withstand such turmoil created by our own hands like home-cooked spinach how are we to overcome infinite spiraling layers of guilt and grief to love ourselves through action When I rest my head on your warm chest, rising and falling with each breath I try to keep your memory in every eye that I catch in every human fact that I learn so that I can multiply this affection extend my hands and my legs intertwined, unified, wrapped in bundles of sober emotion lovingly stroking the universe