An interest in indifference
Beneath my heart
I arrived alone
From the very start

Interested in difference
The sun was on my way
To hold my breath before I'd speak
To match my mind's forte

Touch

The certainty as a child
was brusque in all it paid
Gathering for keeping's sake
made keepsakes that have stayed
The nostalgia of my age

The heart would pool fully
Parents not at peace
Gripping my blanket's corners
My size–it would decrease
My ripples were at ease

Interestingly indifferent
It gave me all I made
It justified the center
of mistakes I had to make
The rock
The bus
The kid
The cuts
The run
The door
That turn
The anti-yearning
The core
The burn
That art of learning