I feel as though Ive disappeared.
Slipped through the cracks on the sidewalks.
Water running in between my fathers fingertips.
Have you ever thought you were dead?
Did you pinch yourself to make sure you were surely still alive?
There are scars on my body for all the times I needed to remember I was.
Palm to chest, finger to wrist,
I can imagine it as loud as a kick drum.
I think she floated away.