And if that I’m sure
To be acknowledged and heard
Like the clicks of birds
Is all that I’ve been trying
To say and find a way to
Piece together the clues
Of why I’ve always been
Easy to bruise and I don’t
think anything is wrong
I just think my mind
Was gone for too long
I should have listened
To my father instead of
Breaking a glass door
As if I am water but
I chose to listen to
Myself and then
I put my head on
The highest shelf
Now that I am back
The lightning is
Pink and yellow like
An Easter egg having
A heart attack
7:15pm may 15 2018
the ivory rose