I didn’t think songs about home
would hurt. I thought time
would erase the lashings,
the panic, the ensuing numbness…
I was hoping to laugh at my scars
like they did on the Orca in “Jaws.”
I didn’t know I would struggle to
overcome my own tendencies.
I knew I was small. I know I will
laugh and be sad and try
until I don’t have to. I didn’t know
home was a mythical place
near the sternum.