I found you in my links and digress to put up this,
between what I started with you and how now,
without a word to register.
I walk into the room and the sweat. This is the suggestion,
overriding my concern for you, the angle of my jaw
in silence–how it hurts.
I think about who and they are attempting vibrate the silence.
I am not your children.
I don’t even know your real name.