Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?