Day 80 (It takes as long as it will take.)

And I can talk through my teeth

but this jaw remembers much more. 

Can I calm myself

like the sunset,

like the way the sun moves on. 

I feel my whole history,

here in my chest.  

And my ribs hear you.

I'm listening. 

How many breaths must bypass,

detour their way around,

until I'm ready.