If I aligned my chakras
If I cleansed the blockage
If I were a little more brave
I'd be floating up eight feet
In my own salt water sea
I would spring a leak
Like nothing you've ever seen
But I can't afford the scene
I can't yet tear my seams
But I'm sure it's coming
I feel it sitting on my sternum
Lightly stinging my septum
Like too much wasabi
Like too much trauma
Like too much time
Spent thinking too much
About things I can't change