I was ok

[Manslick]

i was ok, ok?
under a shard of cardboard
nobody poked me
nor I did a poke

i got over a day
then another
i hurt myself hard
but persisted

the hood was good
they all knew me
knew i was cool
i could play

on the hill
up over the water
i breathed
down on the ground i grieved
from the womb to the tomb, wanting

i was ok again
the eggs was cooked
the salt wind filled my waning nose
that bird chat called me
some boy made a hill out of sand