you nurse up my body well
attend to my dogtired eyes’
eggshelled          papercuts,
come clamoring in my hollowed log
in soothing menthol tones

when I get my strength back up
I vow to visit unannounced
making excuses at doorways
then pretend to listen riveted
while staring at you
in your living room
that smells like dying ferns
and you’ll look like you’re playing
cello again–
your back at attention
legs set for birthing
deft hands left exposed
and your window sill’s
mason jar
absolutely beaming