​22. In Blue Silence

I was planted in blue silence,

A mid-eighties reverie,

And danced, deep

And quiet, belly breathing

In my bed. The goldfish

That would never die

Kept me company.

And in the car that was new

But is old now, I brushed my hair

To the threat of death, and lived

Through nosebleeds and talk

Of separations and white-boned

Skeletons that were bought

To cheer me up.

My father danced in the trees

And off the sides of buildings

And my mother taught me

Words I didn’t know.

And in the inner eye inside of me,

There was a screen playing

Of the future me.

A plant unrooted

And replanted in

Your deep, dark

Soil.