The Water Bearer
my mother told me I was born of blue
she said it in a story, or a dream
those whispers ran like currents through my ears,
they floated me towards rivers, oceans, pools
though I enjoyed them best when all alone.
your old, forgotten things are in the marshes.
they’re floating in from oceans, in from streams
the blood drops are diluting in the ripples
I rub it in my skin, and see it seep
Let the sink run for a thousand hours
Turn on the faucets, run the shower head
Purge me of my sins beneath the surface
Then lay me down upon my waterbed.
