[... a flooded home]
To tell of how the tides inside of skin and bone have shaped my flesh,
Is to reveal where the water pools and where darkness remains.
I have overlooked the fact that where it soothes, water also weakens,
For my identity has been formed and diluted many times.
My body is my home,
But it has been flooded too often,
Meaning I still have to believe that my capital “I” matters,
To heal repeatedly, to have a room that I can do my living in.