Waiting on a frozen beach for
Footsteps from the sea
From a child with a case of sharp and sterile
Things

And we talk and talk about how much 
My 
Family 
Misses
Me

As something opens up my 
Body
My body 
I feel her
Remove 
Some things
That I don't 
Need

Her siblings using rakes and bags and
Shovels
And soaking wet
Collecting cork and sawdust to stuff my
Self

Stitch me up and send me out 
To a place where
I believe
That someone 
Will forever want my
Body
My body
To float
And never sink
Never sink
Never sink
Never sink
Never 
Sink