Tumor

Did I make you?
And what is I?

you came back
were buried under a forsythia bush in the backyard
a cross of balsa wood and felt above you
with hamsters, a parakeet
your hair, oilspit, teeth
brain…
what would have been me
and was me made
and there not smiling
me
muckburied
in breast
you
disc of muscleknot
jellycenter
grinning
you
grinning you
I made you
my me conspired to make you
resurrected
and here
dust and heavy night
insides slow and thinking
more than thinking
tomorrow is Thursday
and I am sleepless and full