endless therapy

i’ll retrieve what is mine, dip into

infinity pools & emerge

lacquered, new veneer slick but

it’s just another indulgent

shame— concealed & carried &

sometimes called

child.

my stare is a billboard that says

come closer, behind it are more

signs: no vacancy, now hiring,

memory! do not enter though

space available, space is a fine line,

grid you occupy painted

cautionary yellow

finch.

i’ll crack my knuckles, crack

the door to our porch, hear

boards crack beneath toes,

they crack as we trip over

sidewalks to spare our

mothers.