You have this
blue octopus that
you’ve always taken everywhere
it’s like the knit ones that,
while one in a million,
it’s one of those things that infants who
don’t get to right away go home
yet get.
Your cousin was one of them so your aunt got you one and it’s supposed to be this anchor
for those late home kids,
to stay calm.
But, no matter the age,
You know when you know something is wrong.
When we need the eight arms to wrap up strong,
even small
to show you all you’ve ever known to love has never left you all along.