I Am Who I Make Myself

To build a boat

Before crying

In the desert

So hard

You drown

But not all

Your stories

They are safe

For forty days

Bring a towel

But if you send the crow

It will find a home

Somewhere else

Instead

Send the

Homing

Pigeon.

If it finds

Someone

They’ll send back

A leaf

And directions.

But

You won’t

Find

Them.