At 7 I woke
Built castles out of mud
Drew a heart in the sky

At 10 I sat down
Stretched my arms out on the desk
Touched my cheek to the cold

At 12 I leaned across
Jammed my hand against the train
Stopped it running off its course

At 15 I walked around
Heel toe toe heel
Right left back in line, son

At 17 I crawled
Made friends out of dust mites
Bled into the carpet

At 21 I splashed
Chin back belly up
Kick harder, pointed toes

At midnight I stared harder
Broke matchsticks with my fingernails
Flick, psst, don’t drop it