We lie in bed with our arms around ourselves,
cradling the mangled bodies of children
who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell
down our faces and got stuck there in the shapes
of tears and little hairs and pimples.
For a while,
if we shut our eyes tight, our bodies aren't so stretched
and overgrown,
and there's a little more time to play before sunset.
All along the ticking surface
All the sand along the edge
All deep down in long dry throats:
Fingers press.
Hands Press.
All from loose and baggy skin
Round half-lucid teary minds
Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.
2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in.
Someday there’ll be holes in these walls
Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks
And the little squares of wall they used to take up
Will crumble and rot.
Comments
This is beautiful.
I love this.
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