potential experience 206 (I am afraid of witchcraft [no, I’m not afraid of anything!]): NAME REDACTED cripple and the starfish NAME REDACTED —Self-replicating little man dreams of Bogotá

she is with you in the fog

so let it soothe your joints, swell

your bones — respire her

& see the dogsbreath cloud

over their teeth that nuzzle,

clip hair in your silence,

air of despair but only ever

yours, at least that's special.

dad, take care of your body,

your sadness, feel it especially as you

do & leave it at feel. but thank

anything you can think of for this feeling,

you can’t shy from it or hide.

it’s you & she’s in your physiology—

two mutations toward one another,

exchange

like you’ll never know that again.
but thank whatever you

can think of for it, at all.  dad, i’ve seen people not feel;

i’ve seen people’s fathers not feel,

you did something right//