You fixed me.
You broke me.
Can you believe
trust is broken
from a healing
touch?
I wish I could tell you.
But we will
never
say one word.
You fixed me.
You broke me.
Obi is five,
fat, and doesn’t
walk.
I hope to God
that will
change.
Thanks for
everything.
Gratitude for you
is mixed.
You fixed trauma,
made trauma,
and now I am fixed?
Thanks, confused
again, and
touch is gone.
You fixed me.
You broke me.
You touched me
gently, and
never sexually.
You played your
game.
They took Obi
away.
He came home
safe and sound
one day.
I will thank you
but
just not now.
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home is available now at the Oddball Book Store.
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