Behind the yellow crime scene tape,
is my life. No wonder I have no friends
and visitors keep out. What they remove
methodically from my house is dis-obedience,
stubborn-ness and a nylon bag of rocks
I collected from everywhere I wandered.
They say, you've got to pull yourself
together. This happens to everyone.
Who is everyone and when
will I meet them?
So now, I stay as close to the water
without drowning. I'm a strong swimmer
but it has been awhile since I dove down
to pick up the speckled pebbles the sun