Sheri, all this talk about the DJ's seems like nothing to you by now, but it's very hard to believe for everyone else.

 take the blue can as the sea with the sun in it

vibrations of whales line my body

they fizz in the foam

this may be the final figuring of depth

at the bottom near bottom or my own bottom

the race to begin anew has been chugging

enough of the stall and pretending to fix

I ran on the shore hurting then the rush of waves

thru my veins was pushing out a baby

I was born to run

but not really club foot and braces I refused

there's a dream floating maybe a bottle next time