Wash Day

unzip the rib cage
take out the lines of linen
one by one wash them in the pools of their eyes
wring out the shame of your family tree
throw them into the air
let the sun burn them back to new
catch them and slowly fold them back into yourself

They are my eyes

Perhaps it invited itself in when my soul got too tired to stand up. Now I am trying to regain my balance by living less in my head and spending more time with the living. I am trying but sometimes my humanity takes over,  I become so consumed by it that I am unable to open up my own eyes.  But my loved ones,  they see me even on the days when I am unable to look at my present or dream of a future.