We Go About Our Days by Katia Engell

We Go About Our Days
Katia Engell

despite all that, we worry we might never
feel free, not while awake, so wholly aware.
my therapist asks a question & I respond
in we; we are at an impasse, we don’t know
where to go, we furrow our foreheads, fold
upon fold. we worry. this world can hurt
our heaviest leaden days; eyes wet with awe,
hands holding other hands, and oh—our mouths,
our miraculous mouths for kissing & singing
& tasting, gorgeous brains spinning memory
down to our marrow where none of
us are free, unless we all are.
we ricochet, I tell her, our freedoms.
we ricochet, this whirling of assaults.

After Rachelle Sierra