when I get home
i'll write about how today is beautiful
When I get home
I’ll write about how today is beautiful
If I remember to
I’ll mention the sunlight
unique to today
and how you and maybe they
all saw me for who I was
not all I hide
what lays beneath
the collide
but I don’t
Tomorrow when the sun rises
this poem woman
never wrote
what is hidden comes to light
on that boat I row all night
stashed in the steady grasses of before
and I
lost beneath a tide that roars
can’t keep my face from turning
toward the shore
