am i shaving my heart –
whittling away the edges 
until gradually 
there is nothing left of it 
and signs of life become vital 

as i receive news 
which i have no power over 

i throw around my thoughts 
and they boomerang 

in a panic – 
where are my shoes – phone – keys 

i need to build myself a raft 

oar myself away 

achieve isolation in the middle of the big blue sea.  

kate ©