My blood
suddenly
knows you are gone
It is shouting your name
It runs
down to the ends of my fingers
looking for you
It wants to be
a piece of red wool
unraveling
all the way to Central America
It wants to be a boat
coming into the harbor at Managua
carrying fruit
Through all the rooms of my body
it is running
opening doors
A child in a tantrum stamps
red shoes
demanding to know where you are
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