How are you today?
Broken, I say.
Are you ready to go?
I’m uncertain of every step,
so no.
Can we help at all?
I don’t understand what “help”
you mean. Are you suggesting
you help me go? No,
we mean to try and help you calm down,
steady your steps, get well.
I don’t know how that would feel.
Would I still be myself if I were not
this much fracture, this much moan?
Hello?
Dark Matter 