Treat me
treat me
naming every
thing inside me,
spell exactly
what spleen
to call a scar
a scar, to know
I had a beating
heart, found it in your
fingertips.
when sleeping
woke me
with ungentle
dreams, unweaving me.
no apologies for
huge pupils,
pinpointed
the sickness
and removed it.
never nervous
with those long tongs
like thighs not touching
dislodge
those hands
careless
invite them again
two fingers at a time.
with engaging ease
treat me
in good faith
heal me
breath deeply
and pray
to reveal the source of
this patient kindness.