Turned to Her by Lisa M. Dougherty

Her arms
Pressed
So brilliantly
To her chest
Is a shield
Against
My back
Turned
To her
Pouring
Her favorite
Chips
In a bowl
So
I can feel
Her armor
Jumping
Up
And down
With an almost
Unfound
Utterance
She says it,
Says she does
Me, unwound
When I know
It’s what I’d give
Anything for
To hear
How even
The blue
A plastic bowl
I must forget
As her words
Sound
Clear as when
She brings it
Back empty
Again
She’s found
A way
To sway again
Left into
What is
Right
Through me.