I wish you heard me
in the rain or the wind,
then you would know grief
or at least the sound of my name.
You don’t remember me
beyond shadows and doorways,
because you walk through me
all the time.
I try to explain pain
in hand gestures and mime expressions,
but you tell me you don’t do parlor games
then play tic tac toe along spine.
My ribcage shakes from Rubik heart
shifting and changing-
trying to make an origami bird from my heart.
you heard me.