I place the pill

on my tongue

to dull the pain

my ancestors gifted to me.

As I swallow

the selective serotonin

re-uptake inhibitor,

I think of the moment

you touched my eyelashes

because you knew intuitively

that no one else had ever touched them before.


Your touch. I cannot say the words enough.

Your touch. I place your touch inside a vault.

Treasure your touch. I place your touch on my tongue

to eliminate the pain.