Even if

Here’s the thing

I can’t make it small, I can’t turn it to dust

and make it disappear with a blow or

clean it and

Here’s the thing

even if it was needless, and it is not

but even if

I wouldn’t want to let go, like an accumulator I

would find a place to put it, a spot

but I don’t have to

because it is here and it is me

my heart, my mind, my hands and my mouth

the spot is — here

is the thing

the thing is

you.