To return here.
An awkward in between.
Plan and unplanned.
Where we went on to happen the chronological
After the zygote, or so we’re told.
In the dark where she is both and part person.
You knew me then.
Relapsing, will she have your hands?
Or my likeness representing.
Belonging to a faceless translation.
Where the gods stand back and paint.
She interprets herself without a mouth
Captured sentiments in a thank you card
Dropped off at the post office.