On Remedies

I still cannot really fall 
asleep with ease: constant  

dreams of looking for a bathroom, opening 
door after door in unfamiliar houses; 

my hand, laying a night-
blooming flower across my own gravestone 

—But when I rose this morning I gathered 
the fragments of the last 

few years in my hands and looked hard 
at them. Does any one of these 

really resemble my heart, your heart? 
On the stove, a hot water kettle boils 

because it must. The urgency for release 
comes in many other forms. Let 

the last of those tears fall, and after that 
tend to the earth where we are.

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