Facedown in Yesterday
I am swimming and sinking,
laughing and crying,
embracing and denying.
The zodiac points to Air—
my ancestors disagree,
but Water makes sense:
my mother’s fist pound glass,
alerting the YMCA instructor.
At night, you bead on my forehead and under my arms,
soaking the bed sheets.
That summer at J & M’s in Point Pleasant,
Grandma teaches me to conquer fear
while Grandpa does
the dead man’s float
and I keep him there
although he became Earth
almost 4 years ago.
If I flow over him,
perhaps he will wake up
and I will be free of this child.
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