in the night

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