Scales are for Fish

Blue ribbons
How you shape me
Bees in my skull
Bees in my skull
Seven stone makes me lovely
Seven stone makes me loved

Bones are waves
And I am an ocean
Blue, blue ribbons
Make me a puddle
A glint in a raindrop
A tap on the asphalt
Unnoticed and icy
Impossable weight

Scales are for fish
Pale, boney fish
And I am an ocean
A deep, bitter ocean
Seven stone makes me lovely
Seven stone makes me loved
Bees in my skull
Ribbons and raindrops
The sea is full of fish
Humming bees in my skull

Bits

Eight summers,
Just enough
for the shimmering wave of memories
to crystallize into solidity.

Patch work quilt
a shield and tear stained marker
-some sort of solid weight
protection from the night
an anchor to my home.

And a television glow
flickering and humming from beneath.
A comforting ripple of laughter
a little past the piano
where she taught me to play.

A strange summer rain
where I sang a song to Jesus
and tried to make her smile,
but watched oceans fill her eyes
before she left with gentle steps.

Summer brings back fragments,
razor sharp and honey sweet
of what I'll never have again.