I got a massage
Just to feel a human’s hands touch my skin.
A dog
So my spine would touch something living
While sleeping in the summer heat
The masseuse asked,
What areas should I focus on?
Maybe my broken heart, and
Can you knead the tension between countries
Smooth out the knots
Of borders
And walls
My therapist asked,
How are you doing?
And it took a paragraph for me
To realize I am repeating
What I’ve rehearsed
In public
To the grocery store clerk
And at the dinner table
We are just waiting
For you to come home.