I lay on the pages of my books,
Trying to stay afloat
Letting my hands slowly sink into the words that were dipped into jam jars of feeling,
I knew not of what this entailed until I experienced now,
My mind skips and skims the lines,
Searching for the meaning behind the endless noise of the pitter patter of my heart
I look down to my feet and ask them why they haven't yet gotten me to where I need to be,
Suddenly I am rocketed gently from one side of the page to another,
Sighing, I close my eyes
Letting my hair flow with each pregnant pause
as I continue to enjoy the crisp cut of each emotion heavily sinking into my skin
Ah what a life, I think, as I drift off into the acknowledgments,
Undoing the river of each story,
Undoing the tongue ties left behind by my ancestors