H20

By Bayadir Mohamed Osman

My therapist keeps a glass of water by her desk,
“this cup is you, if you keep it all in and add,
It’ll overflow”
But who am I without the truths I soak in?
The people that anchor me?
How do I unravel ,myself with drifting by
Tragedy?
I’ve lived in water before birth.
I was born in to water.
I confuse water for oxygen.

Another me is started across the Atlantic ocean.
Never got acquainted with the Sundanese girl
I could have been.

The Distance from Sudan and the U.S. is 12,000 miles-
How much of that in between is water?

Some days the water drowns me, but I have learned to keep
afloat.

Today I told her:
“At least, I have a glass to put it in”