Body Truth

I can pick up the needle any time.

Maybe at first I probed

Like a scared pre-med student --

Touch

      Push

            Finally jab --

 

But now I just plunge it 

Through the pulpy membrane

Blood flowers

 

It's his blood

The blood he bleeds standing

In the driveway where

 

He's forever eight years old.

Wanting for me.  I left.

 

Who am I kidding?

It's my blood.  I want warm

communion.  I want

 

Silence. Him leaning into me

Solid body truth.

 

I plunge the needle

To remind myself of his ache.