I keep tripping myself. There's a chasm that's my wound. How it got there, I forgot. Hitting that record button to find some clues, to remind myself. It cuts me in the middle. Livers, lungs, brains, hearts all fell out. Then there are two people instead of one. They're somewhere else. I try & try to beckon them: incentives, illusions. Impossible task. What if I'm more scared than they are? How can they come home when I'm not strong enough?