Reflection

I float, a gift
given on my birth day,
(if you believe in that sort of thing),
limitless, balancing on a cloud.

Everyone says they can’t believe it
They say, she’s so down to earth
so sensible,
considering what she’s been through

I say, self-destruction is genetic
We do it in our own way
The cigarettes, weed, alcohol,
eating, not eating,
spending, not spending
They’re all a form of fire

Until you look
back to a memory
of yourself pulling a plastic boat
and finding oyster shells
In the lake