I am afraid to talk. i make
Enough material but i haven’t
Made enough material
To make a bed better
I haven’t licked all of the spoons
Clean yet and i want to go swimming
But both of my arms
Are broken. i draw a map on my body
One line for each time i said: no
It is difficult to follow
I followed it and got lost

Sometimes my hands seize up
When i am wrestling with a button
Or a clasp. sometimes when i put
My hand on someone else’s hand
I become a river and they become
A river. sometimes when i am a
River and you are a river then i am
The kind of river that cries a lot
And you are the kind of river that
Makes fun of me for crying a lot

I put sunscreen on my teeth and ask
The only other girl on the beach
If she will drown me