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