Finite: A Book of Poetry

- T H I R T Y F O U R -

"I don't know you" I said.

"Learn to." She answered.

So I did. I poured myself into her and filled her to the jagged brim.

But she was a broken thing, my body, and sometimes leaked.

Others saw saw the streams and rivulets running down my sides, and told me I was drowning.

But in reality, I was taking my first breaths.