I am now 21
a hand that reaches through my body, stuck
halfway between the first and second rib
delights in how I pulsate, how my veins
embrace my blood and take it to my brain
which then attempts to build a barricade.
clench those bones, snap your fingers,
throw bones in the stream to stop the pain.
and any part of me that trickles to the floor
won’t matter to the sea, that hand
or me, at all.
I had a dream that the glass between us slipped but didn’t hit the floor, there was no crash, no crack, just no glass anymore. and the enclosure, being no longer enclosed, closed up forever. no more tickets, no more tapping, no more artificial weather. you took back your skin and your hair for yourself and you just ran. you ran like hell.
oh my god I just made soy milk rice pudding with rhubarb and I am dying because it’s the most delicious thing ever oh god