the state of things

left my heart in the ocean when I was twelve. scooped it from its case and placed it on the crest of a wave.

waved goodbye.

what of it if I'm not ready to come out just yet? I must be burnished, crisp, revolutionized straight through to my alien helix.

it's never time. it's never right. that's how I say I can't follow where my blood has gone.