gringa sola part III

it becomes necesary at times to put on music i know as well as i know the contours of my own body and sing along
to remind myself that my hands are not and cannot be empty
filled as they are with lines that chart the number of years i have been here on this earth in this skin
sometimes walk until my legs are heavy and tired
and i cant think about anything anymore
sometimes find an empty swingset and swing
smoking in the dark
sometimes rock myself to sleep
like a baby whisper shhhh its ok hush now
sometimes assure myself that i am held firmly in strong capable hands that cant be empty because if they were i would fall