I’m sorry.
I’m so very sorry.
If I had known then? You wouldn’t be so bloody
I’m so bloody sorry.
Of course, now that I’m no longer 6
No longer 14
No longer 19
I have the tools to build those houses
To bring you in from the rain
But its too late for this hammer, these nails
It’s a flood and you drowned long ago
As our foreheads kiss, hot and cold
All I can think is maybe its possible to build a life raft from heavy limbs
The faces still bobbing, the mouths still shrieking, this ocean of lost girls
There are too many, I have to get started its time to get started
But I’m choking on sea salt and my lungs are storm drains
Oh dear, its too late
Maybe my next iteration will think to save herself first
