always almost drowning

I have no limbs, no voice or self

or geometric shape, or soul

or mind to think

or heart to feel

a body without organs

The children form identities!

The same old theory, same ideas

but different kind of practice

to fight this fight, might cost our lives

it might be worth a shot

I haven’t failed this continent

it’s Europe which has wronged me

these transactions lead to new beliefs about the world and self

minor gestures, major events

and in the end we laugh it off

the risk of my becoming

I take independent study breaks

911 was my Woodstock

Kony 12 my Berlin Wall

I justify uncertainty by pointing at my lif
the waves of which, I never rode

I’m always almost drowning

everybody has a box (or bag) to carry to their grave