#2 longings

oh,
to rest easy
in the places in my mind

where the fragments
of bone-China self
(once whole?)
chafe raw against
soft interiors

wounding

and oh,
to sleep easy
in the places of my house

where the ghosts
of half-formed plans
(not daring)
beat weak fists against
thin walls

pounding

and oh,
to swim easy
in the seas of my soul

where i have not yet been –