I’m stretching my body so thin that I can feel myself leaking through the floor boards. I’m mixing up words that I need to say. It sounds more like a confession than a question. But I’m asking to carry these things gracefully. And that’s how the sadness leaves you for awhile. When you can hold all these things without worrying when they’re going to fall. That’s the trusting in you like the trust that brought you here. Pulling yourself back like the roots that made you- watching yourself sink back together- let your bones heal. Stretching yourself so thin. -AMT