Bleeder

As I said onto you, as

I’m always

Bleeding:

We just named yet another

Sun after a winter

With our harsh tears.

I prayed for you and prayed

For storms,

And I said:

March is a good time to practice pain.

I never learnt to grow all

Those richly suffering crops

As you did.

But one thing for sure we all

Have names

And a composition written

With/out blood.

I’d never call on springs.

And I forgot to ask you:

Can we call the distance between

River and wheat

A speakable silence

2021.3.26

Telephone