honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose

xlii. rumpus

i'm opening myself up.
what did you expect? radio
silence and the concrete
floor my grandmother cried on
when her husband left her
lonely? no. no. there is
a wilderness inside of me.
i had no interest in being
free until they told me i
wasn't. so happy to be
imprisoned; life is simpler
in a cage. you see, what
would i want with the
travesty that comes with
liberty. but it was you who
decided i needed surgery.
you who left me to heal
badly and there i found the
home of wild things. tucked
behind the darkest corners of
my vocal chords. travel to
the edge of the world. there
you'll find the answer to
philosophy. finally, i
have found me.