for what your gestures are:
but also for the assumptions you make
when interpreting me:
I suppose you cannot be blamed
if I refuse to speak.
for all the ways you heal me:
and for the furrows which your expectations
dig from my skin.
I am fallow, uprooted, overturned
but still, untilled, dormant.
I am a paid down cavern of possibility,
a darkness you cannot conquer.