The Water Below - Another Sky

There’s a girl

Made of debris

While I build a home

She builds a boat

The wood of

Her mottled skin

Rots from the absence

Of anything

Over-grown and outgrown

Inner city melancholy

Where we burn to glow

Or sink, dark and opaque

In The Water Below

I was a girl

Made of debris

Now I build a home

In my body