My body has
starved for love
starved for control
starved for sadness
then bounced back fifty pounds more
my back pressed on the driveway to watch stars
my smoke-filled lungs by bonfires backyard fires trash fires
my legs tingle with the cold of Leadmine stream
my tense shoulders bare above white dress
my stomach remembers
hands and feet pressing against the back side of my skin
it reminds me every time I eat
I have yet to trace lines on my face without sadness in my fingertips
No comments:
Post a Comment