Ocean, donāt be afraid.Ā
The end of the road is so far aheadĀ
it is already behind us.Ā
Donāt worry. Your father is only your fatherĀ
until one of you forgets. Like how the spineĀ
wonāt remember its wingsĀ
no matter how many times our kneesĀ
kiss the pavement. Ocean,Ā
are you listening? The most beautiful partĀ
of your body is whereverĀ
your motherās shadow falls.Ā
Hereās the house with childhoodĀ
whittled down to a single red tripwire.Ā
Donāt worry. Just call itĀ horizon
& youāll never reach it.Ā
Hereās today. Jump. I promise itās notĀ
a lifeboat. Hereās the manĀ
whose arms are wide enough to gatherĀ
your leaving. & here the moment,Ā
just after the lights go out, when you can still seeĀ
the faint torch between his legs.Ā
How you use it again & againĀ
to find your own hands.Ā
You asked for a second chanceĀ
& are given a mouth to empty into.Ā
Donāt be afraid, the gunfireĀ
is only the sound of peopleĀ
trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean,Ā
get up. The most beautiful part of your bodyĀ
is where itās headed. & remember,Ā
loneliness is still time spentĀ
with the world. HereāsĀ
the room with everyone in it.Ā
Your dead friends passingĀ
through you like windĀ
through a wind chime. Hereās a deskĀ
with the gimp leg & a brickĀ
to make it last. Yes, hereās a roomĀ
so warm & blood-close,Ā
I swear, you will wakeāĀ
& mistake these wallsĀ
for skin.