Rabbit and Rose
I've been thinking about her in the bathtub lately,
her tiny brown arms in the middle of the storm;
she's resting, against my flawed brown body
she's so strong, but we could drown
as easily as any child,
against any shoulder,
taken up against
any arm, and
out of the water,
tiny oceans
full of thunder,
so much
electricity,
motion,
always
at the edge
of drowning.