Why She is Crying
When she looks at him
she sees a bright red wound
he does not seem to notice
he winces
whenever he speaks
he clings to her
so tightly that
she wonders if she made it
deeper
every time she breathed
she cannot breathe
without feeling guilty
she is alone
with a wailing child
he cannot see
her arms
are so tired
of holding something
refusing to be held.