I tried, but I was too small to lift youUp and out of that bathtub—Your two arms cut open, your two legs—You were January, bamboo shooting through darknessIn that village, monsoonal and rude, that you stopped imaginingComing home to altogether—I was bad at math, I had my two small hands—Arrow fashioned from a jade comb telling me to go let go let—A small voice crying out for help for—What do you know—Hands gathering all that was leaving—??????????????????All that was left—I ruined the plans you had for your life.I destroyed you, begging you to stay alive for meWhen you no longer commanded your life.I was a child, trying to keep a soul inside a body.