I have a purpose.
It is this life, in this body, this man.
The heartbeat that lulls me at night is outside of my body, but it is my own.
I feel like an animal. Something in the wild.
I eat so I can survive. So I can live another day.
I cling close to him at night. I am held close, kept safe.
I nuzzle him as if I do not have the words to communicate my love.