Let it touch you everywhere. I’m picking up the phone. Put your hands in the water. Now this is home. So much for letting go. Father. I needed them to breathe. I’m an only. Bivouac. Today I wake up, tell myself this is me. I’m lonely. I dug my fingers in the earth. Boat of my father. They were so vain. But the property’s on loan. I drew you pictures of my pain. They were so pretty. Cut from my mother. I learned to put on airs.