I imagine the spots on your back leaping into my drinking water.
Your biceps sneaking into my home at night, breaking all the cabinets hinges.
Your rounded babies bottom leaving hairs on my bathroom floor.

I imagined the many things you must have done,
while realizing now, that I am unmoved, standing over emptied spaces.

I look for you so I can blame you for all these
tiny destructions.
The places you should be
have been echoing the emptiness
like records,
broken,
they go on and on.