Waiting on a frozen beach for
Footsteps from the sea
From a child with a case of sharp and sterile
Things
And we talk and talk about how much
Family
Misses
As something opens up my
My body
I feel her
Remove
Some things
That I don't
Her siblings using rakes and bags and
Shovels
And soaking wet
Collecting cork and sawdust to stuff my
Stitch me up and send me out
To a place where
I believe
That someone
Will forever want my
My body
To float
And never sink
Never sink
Never sink
Never sink