I grew up climbing trees and playing in creeks and measuring how good a day was by how long it took me to wash my feet before getting into bed

I haven't been barefoot in three

Months

And yeah, it's starting to get to me

I used to collect things that shone from the street

Thank you mama

 Thank you for 18 years of food

And 5,000 glasses of water

Thank you for driving 40 minutes to pick me up when I was too scared to spend the night. Twice.

My mind that morning was

suddenly recalcitrant jars of honey

when berries are only a shivering idea

for a moment again

but the awful wheeze

You didn't ever really forget, but only mislaid

Meteor showers, falcons, prayer