There’s Nothing Wrong

There’s nothing wrong with not having words for your insides,
other than, “numb,”
other than, “okay,”
meaning it feels okay right now because you’ve practiced
this art of numb and fight back tears.
This tastes like repression but your pallet can’t be trusted.
You’ve answered, “fine,” for so long
it comes as easy as an exhale
as easy as,
“how are you?”
without listening for the answer.
But maybe no answer
is the only truth we will ever hear.