I haven't bled enough to make me buoyant.

When something or someone you dearly love is snatched away from you, something of you go with it. You become emotionally amputated

We arrived and the miracle happened.
It was the sea and the wind in the bells.
We came from far, from years
Thirsty as dust, from humble
fishermen’s nets on barren shore."
~ José Manuel Cardona, from Poems to Circe, The Birnam Wood (El Bosque de Birnam, Consell Insular D'Eivissa, 2007).
Translated from the Spanish by Helene Cardona.

In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia

because I prayed
this word:
I want.

Many smiling faces hide a bleeding heart

Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.