Her air a pile of letters on the kitchen floor. Somehow, she is to make sense of it. A hidden message coded onto carbon, trauma, let’s call her Josephine, obscurely imprinted on her DNA. Josephine makes her appearance now in the spoken mess - this heap of loose cut words heaved from the buried deep. She chooses to take ownership and swallows Josephine back in. Shoulders hunched over, she holds Josephine close and still. Gives her love and reassurance she is worthy. Slowly, she releases Josephine back out. A string of connected letters, articulated intentionally. Purposefully posed. Concrete air cut and designed with Josephine in mind.