I have trouble speaking to you

Like the little mermaid I can’t seem to tell you my truth

And you ask me again and again, what is my name

My name is novelty

Like the sparkling crest of a new wave breaking

The silence overwhelms me now

A silence of knowing

What will come next

What seems impossible but yet is the only possibility

I have been searching in deserts and mountains and jungles

Just to find it here in your pocket

You hold me when I try to run

Why does it heal me?

Why do the turtles come back?

Home doesn’t have a mathematical roof and bunk beds

It has arms and a chest and breathes

If no arms, then a chest and breath

If no arms and chest, then a breath