Openness

Always it is there already.
What do I become if I let love in?
Once more I may be whole
if she comes back to me.
I will wait for her.
A drinking straw and Turtle
are what keeps in my pocket
with the key. I locked her in there.
In the closet Emily Dickenson
pauses for attention as ambition and ego fight.
We must. We care for the reader
but speaking is policed. I know what I write.
Embrace motherhood in Brazil
and cry openly with emotion.
What do we keep from ourselves?
– I meant to say that there –
Partners, friends, siblings; instead of we.