I am

i am an overall impressionable thing.

metatarsals still fractured, i fix em with tape.

shins still splinted, an advil each step of the way.

i cope and i hope–that this time I will repair.

i am restless.

my pencil taptaptaps as I try to decrypt

the value of sine pi and three fifths

For perhaps in decrypting these numbers

I will understand why

You sent me an email, so heartwarming and kind,

I didn’t dare read it.

I hear you shouting at colleagues every night;

I know what your English sounds like. 

This ChatGPT note isn’t fooling anybody.

This email ended with "I love you."

It arrived in my inbox the day you yanked my health insurance.

Today my bones feel acrid, somewhat biting, like the drop of white wine on smooth tips 

of wooden chopsticks you fed me when I was a baby at the dinner table.

Mama’s asking me for records;

Records of pain you taught me were orthodox,

I feel like a traitor as I write

But I write to survive