Untitled Haiku

Boleros float calm

can hear them through the paper

thin walls sounds of home

messenger

this new ache

in my tailbone

keeping me up

googling

"pain without a bruise"

and bone cancer

wondering oh

or maybe I'm 

growing a tail.

thinking about 

all the ways our bodies

save us and 

betray us,

about friends

newly weds

posting links

to a gofundme,

hospital gowns now

instead of wedding.

about your

emergency surgery,

that you would've died

had we hesitated.

when is pain 

not a message.