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 Nov 2014
Lap
i was a floater by definition
a name plastered on my chest since grade 2
i would just float around.

our names were classified by how we lived
i had nothing to hold me down
my body would move from place to place
bumping into things
not staying for too long

i was happy i guess
i wasn't lost
i knew the exact pinpoint in the ocean
the singular sand particle on the beach

but there was a big wooden ship behind me
with the Captain singing a sweet sea song
and the Sailors' voices lilted
carrying bottles of blue sea glass
pretending they were telescopes

so, I took my little body,
wrinkled from the Sea,
and my waterlogged fingers gripped the boat tight
the Captain's song found its way into my lungs
and I could see the encroaching shore,
but I wan't worried
because I am still riding that ship.

sometimes, Sailors go their separate ways
find new land, find new ships
sometimes, pruney, little hands grab a hold of the hull
and We pull them on.

one day, I will leave this ship,
but it won't be forever
because I am anchored.
 Nov 2014
Lap
tie me to the mast
don't let me hear the sirens
do not let me drift
tie an anchor to my feet
guide my waterlogged heart home
 Nov 2014
Lap
o, captain, captain.
guide us to the gleaming shore.
point my feet back home.
 Oct 2014
III
There seems to be
     A sea in me,

And my ribcage is beginning to leak.

— The End —