don’t pull my wrist
let me –
let me run to the edge
I will not fall
come
Ema!
you don’t understand
I’m kneeling to my land
you’ll
tear the pants!
don’t pull – let me step
into the seaweed
soft – not the stones
you’re
stuck!
help me – my feet
swallowed up to knee
you first free me
then my shoe
look
at the dirt, yaga!
stepping on the big stones
you hold my hand and I –
I will not fall
