This is My First Life

 

 

Sorry if I step on 

the hem of your soul.

This is the first 

life I’ve ever lived.

So I’m not very 

good at this thing.

We’re all driving blind 

bumper cars in the ocean.

Shouting over the tides, 

crashing against each other.

Grating the edges 

of our dingy little 

bumper cars like teeth.

Coming together, 

drifting apart.

And here I am 

carving an oar 

from my bones

to paddle away 

far from you.