a poem i just wrote.
ok so this poem is driving me mad. i need some help with what it is/what to do with it. poetry nerds i am looking at you!
all two of you.
Maybe when I was in the womb she dreamt of the sea.
I think I remember,
her stomach sloshing with salt water,
hurling a small toy sail boat,
the color of milk,
into warm rounded walls,
tumbling mast over keel,
in the dark.
This was before dawn,
When she awoke to the frozen sound of bells
or sirens,
and stood up, her stomach touching the window sill ever so gently,
as she felt the cold of the pane on her forehead
and watched the small nervous wreck of a dog,
chewing up bones in the deep grass of the yard.
She ate her cereal, a few hours later,
cool milk dripping on to the wood table
carefully holding the wide spoon in one hand,
the warm comforting idea of her stomach in the other.
She looked to the papaya trees out by the back gate
and thought a long time about the ripe sweet taste
of summer.
By that afternoon
she was shuffling her feet on the carpet,
around the house,
seasick,
holding onto the walls and the chairs,
holding onto herself.
there she was around me,
as my hands developed like a picture in the half light.
Her friendship was like a birdcage
with a question here tight in her muscles
begging.
“Ask it,” I yell to the bells and the sirens
“ask it”, I say the dog and take a long look at the bones
“ask it”, I whisper to her in the window.
I’ve got eyes and hands and legs now,
which keep drifting about,
restless inside of a dream.