Butterfly Bandage

All of this striving
Is making a gash
More vague than
Anyone can fix
Buried in sutures and
Stitches that spark
The wounds that try
To take care of it

But this isn’t love
Isn’t arousal
And it isn’t moonlight
Isn’t it what
We have found – all
Answers to be fine
But we’re not

I’s don’t have answers and
Why’s are like breath
Thoughts are a devil
That comes up for air
Undressing wounds
Press the sides together
And hold them tightly
Someday there’ll be
Invisible binding

This isn’t love
Isn’t arousal
And it isn’t moonlight
Isn’t it what
We have found – all
Answers to be fine
But we’re not