Pain.

I am a walking polyvagal experiment -

and the truth is that one moment I am calm, flat, emotionless-

and another I am angry, in tears, ashamed of my rage.

my hand trembles, puddles flood out of my eyeballs

and they speak all of the languages.

I wish to organize my thoughts-

organize my humanness

take the flood and part the sea

I want to cure my pain.