I will carry it in clawed out fingers 

In the knots of my shoulders

On the arch of my neck

And the lines of my brow

I will carry it in the tightness of the calves 

In the depth of my sighs 

I will dig under my eyes 

And sink them there

These cares of yours 

These worries

If I can lighten a feather even

I’ll find another vein to thread them through