I call back my tears

all my salt, my water

back into this body

like the first creature

that grew gills

I call back all my desire,

I draw it upward from the arches of my feet,

through my ribs, into my chest like air

I call my rage back

into my hands, into my teeth

into my years of silence

            so that I may be whole,

so that I may walk in the world as myself

and when all else has returned to me,

I call back the sound of my voice, and I wait,

like the wind, to hear myself call.