This land has smiled up around me, and I am caught in the bottom of it,
Resting to still (like these canal waters)
Before I am drunk by my hungry, looming future.
But for now, I dream, I float
Swirling away these bite marks and bruises in the foamy waves
My feathers dry. I am healed in Heerenveen.
I awake, and for a moment see a sheet of green,
A wall of ever-emerald.
I am not clever, or anything interesting
But I will do interesting and worthwhile things
And be forgiven – this makes me beautiful.
I do not remember those
Weaseling into my heart, burrowing through my sternum
Currying favor to eat at my chest. I am not defined by
White skin anymore, or my marks in flesh and school.
Let me be sucked out of my boots
Into a windmill slipstream, alternatively energetic.
I am swimming in this wild lily pasture, let
The cows and sheep eat the green of my face. Recycle
My bones as jewelry and handbags, I will
Fit in blend in here.