belly-buttoned

again, and again, and again, and it takes me time
to get back to this moment in center:
waiting for something to happen, strengthening
like.

Hello, Darling?

You must know how hard it is:
While I was snotting into tissues
about how it hurt when you
you were you drinking coffee and a magazine
and limping into buying groceries.

I am back and it shows in my ways
again.
What is the point of this, again,
to appease you?
But who is you in this?
and me?

All I need is distraction and purpose and support
and adoration
and for me
good intention
and i'm up and i'm up.