Concrete rooms
are safe
but lonely
she says
and the wisdom
lands in my lap
like a live thing
rolling around me
giddy and new
but like a back flip
explaining it
is not enough
so I tug a shape
of words
from my belly
but they are not
the right ones
they are pale and small
it is harder than I thought
to be vulnerable
perhaps it is not to dig
and share your weaknesses
but to dive
from the highest spot
yelling out
your wants.