when i say me, and i mean neither of these versions, or i mean both,
or i mean here, because somehow the child survives her own hand twisting her roots
out of the soil, somehow she stitches together the cracks in the bottoms of her feet.
weary breaths inverted,
she says i will say grace now, she says blow me up into the sky,
i will be here every night for you to peer at.
she holds alcohol in her mouth and they get tipsy just looking at her.