I forgot and kept forgetting– a body at rest is still a body in need. When I was 12 I got my ears done at a Claire’s in Indiana and now I worry piercing guns and needles, holes not healing right after over a decade. Give me an obtainable miracle. This week I take too many vitamins, avoid snatches of talk from tourists on trains. I want to impress them. People don’t love like this anymore, I’ll say, one arm inside the throat of a catfish. I’ll dice it up to absorb, then freeze. It was an offering. It was a cup. There are no new ways to say this.