Being anonymous
In an ocean of other
Anonymous faces
Moving together, crowding together
Riding the same tide
For the same ******* reasons;
In sacrificing your identity
Take care not to lose yourself

Brightly basking but
Bothering big beautiful
Buzzing bumble bees

All night long I hear you picking up pebbles,
******* the micro-organisms off it,
You don't have teeth to eat the good stuff,
Soft patters put me to sleep,
Something else alive in this room,
Not just me,
With a heart beat,
& that's so comforting,
I don't need a man to protect me,
Just a gold fish named Larry,
Who doesn't know much,
Other than the inside out of his tank & tiki hutch,
I told my mom I had replaced you with a fish,
But each time I hear a pebble drop,
It reminds me of your paw prints,
Skimming over the top,
I miss you.

Liquids and lipids
North and south
Fatty and lean
Mouth-to-mouth
Resuscitation
Breathe
In and out
I think I need the Heimlich too
Compress my chest
Until I come to

I found God in the rafters of my third apartment that year, as a kid would only think.
To think nothing of everything, fall asleep each night. Glittering swords that spin & white horses predestined. I found God in the top bunk in our three bedroom rancher. Only ten, with a knife in hand. Ready to go back on what we had planned. Scriptures do no good, when you can barely see through the tears, running into your ear drums. Loud as the screaming on the other side of the door. as my sweet savior, wrapped his arms around me. I breathed in tranquility. A sigh of protection. Father I need you now. I'm losing my footing on the comfort that I will not make it anywhere. The bruises on my back, means tee shirts this summer. I'm not ready to face the world. With the wounded eyes of a child, ten years old.