back to basements

reflecting on childhood

back to basements, a body beneath the bed
hide and seeking you, reach out and feel nothing
what's there is beyond you; too far for your fingers

a tooth torn from its socket, I wanted to show you
got there so fast, gums raw and face blue
bursts of excitement, far between and few

haven't skinned my knees in 10 years or more
I find new reasons to be sore
washed up, face down, same shore