the wonder that holds the stars apart

seamless_Meagan Brothers
Like a broken compass,
I don't know whether you're pushing me away
or pulling me towards.
You seemed so alive then,
so soft and dark
and quiet inside your skeleton.
I never knew how to be still like that.
I wrote your words on my arms,
but I was too clean to get dirty.
 I got skinny,
 but I was too hungry to starve.
The words are pungent and broken on my belly,
but they are alive,
because sometimes you speak to me this way,
with touches and tattoos,
in whispers and shouts
while my hair grows out,
and I remember that you were
broken once, too.
I'm okay, though,
I'm fixed,
you've glued me back
and there are no cracks in sight,
just this
seamless whisper
of your hands
on my shoulders
pushing me or pulling me
in every direction
of you.