Nowhere

sibilant inquiry,
pondering that phenomenon
and holding yr heart in my hands,
beating, fresh with red blood.
living and breathing
only for me to quelch
and stretch
and to let slide down stairs.

Doing this…
to leave a trail
to show I was there
through permissibly invisible
retired, untamed.

Fearing wide eyes
and heartless bodies
your living heart
crystallizes into glass.
With one hit it could break.
I cradle it like a newborn
so fragile
so invisible to most
you and I were almost never anywhere,
nowhere.

--Katie Graebener