[singing bowl]

This morning I do and do not have cancer in my breast / near my chest wall / near the hum of my childhood songs / samples / are absorbing dye in the lab / in my thoracic cavity / March snow melting in March rain / Darling I love you / as the present moment / wind chimes recompose a score in the sculpture garden / I walk / through the grove of lindens / inside their tones / again / where years ago I walked without knowing anything / is possible


I spent an entire year asking: how will I go on without you?