Old ships along even older coasts

Don't worry about me
I'm pretty sure I was never alive,
and the drunk king of Issaquah
tells me
"its hard to remember"
while I draw dark circles
around traffic cones and patio
furniture.

The gravel never made any sense
or the ants, or the string lights.
The trees never spoke;
and you never carved words
into my bones
so that's why I say
not to worry.

-September 7th, 2010