unwound

& unwinding.

Yesterday’s at the end of the hallway,

at the lip of my mug, but you

You are stood in the doorway, hung on

some broken branch, you–paisley &

unswallowed–you heal with

soft tongue

You present like me

before cocooning, you

are something,

something–

You are rippled & buried

& watered down &

unbecoming & frightened &

unalike & larvae & remembered

& you

Tell me that time

really is the wound–the growing

pains of extension, of continuance &

you remind me that whatever will be

will be

You are the wound–the knot,

the untying.