cento for NaPoWriMo 2022

some things should remain hidden.
this still has all the silences in it,
every small expression.
i regret that
i cannot speak –
there are no words
we can endure,
searching for things to talk about;
they didn’t last long.
my desire is always
for you and emptied.
that, too, is written down.
we sat at the table
and now we are all waiting.
we have only hunger
suddenly in our midst,
unbidden, a gift
to bring into the light
inside my body.
we can only name
how we were once.
we live with the silences,
wear them like armour;
all that waiting.
receive what small comforts there are
everywhere you go.
decide what is true and what is not,
which things are which.