we looked hard i stood on the bottom calloused tiptoes splintering wood waterlogging break up come back together genessaret i want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm each one i throw is moving somewhere oh let me go i will go out out out out past these yellow ropes i am not afraid they sway there like the shredded ones hung from my parents tree where i pumped my legs and i broke into sweat i never saw my face in the bird bath mirror red as blood and i was tired for a minute short there was a wonder a sense after the momentary weird blur in the space of expectancy when you wake when you open your eyes when you expect to see the same thing that you ve seen first the ceiling grey from great oak grey from great oak he d thrown his net over us and all his sounds the same today but my body changed something in the salty sheets was pressing in on me stuck and stinging i keep rolling