when i was young, my mother showed me a scalpel that she used to cut wounds out of people’s bodies. we warmed it up and used it for thermocol cutting to create delicate objects, carving slowly, birds, insects that exit for the unwanted, the carved out the excess could have been this surgical i had not known. i try to practice this precision while letting you go. an atomic differentiation between our spirits.
Mostly I brush life off my shoulder when it falls gently from a tree, or when it grows from my shirt like lint. Mostly i sigh it away like a laugh from an unfounded joke or a waft of extra air in speech. Except sometimes.