in some dark
corner of the night
i wake up––
my eyelids are
wet––
my body is
crying––
it never experienced
hurt like this
before––
it never learned
how to hug itself
back together––
part-by-part––
breath-by-breath––
we lift
every wounded &
suffering cell of pain
in our hands
& we kiss
them
with our tears
then we gesture
this village of a body
to move on
to relax into
the delicious warmth
of the blanket &
the welcoming emptiness
of patient
sleep