We get tremulous without
The powder
It wraps around our bones
Like weeds
Pierces our flesh
Like thistles
We cannot refuse it
It is an urgent need
More urgent than words
She asks
I think for a moment
The choice is complicated
It ripples inside
Our bellies
Like birds in
An hibiscus bush
Claiming the flowers
Flapping the leaves
All of this makes us stuck
Glued to the bed
Bitter
Like lemon tea
We wish for more
A stroll by the riverside
A toe dipped in water
I touch my face
Feel the tears
Unsure of how
This became us
Defined our very being.
