You pulled me out just in time,
wet as a calf suffocating in its sac
steaming from the heat of birth
“Hiroshima” she said, “Hiroshima”.
You told me I was not myself
waking wet and slippery like eels
splitting their skins from bodies
“Hiroshima” she said “Hiroshima”
I found myself in an old photograph
That boy in Malta chasing his shadow
A cloud swallowed the light I was lost
“Mummy” I said, I’ve lost myself
“Hiroshima” I say, “Hiroshima”.
You ask me to return back to bed,
I awoke looking for all my lost dreams
When did I forget how to dream I ask?
Hiroshima she said, it was Hiroshima