Too striking, those two dark eyes- both heartbreakers. Mine less gorgeous. Like my flowery perfume, my short, flirty skirt, supposed to be charming. But, as we danced His eyes flitted briefly to my neck or my hair Not jealous Studying Scolding my droll twirl
I am from my childhood blistered by barefeet born from summer mornings and autumn afternoons I am from the age of my house crippled by the creaks of the porch chipped, like the paint I am from my family brightened by the sight of my sisters smile broken by the sound of my mothers tears I am from my dreams captured by fragments of fantasy constantly, blissfully dreaming I am from the world around me breathless at the sight of the sunrise carelessly clouding the straight lines of my life burned by the agony of loss and forever in awe of the Earth I am from the world, and one day I will return to it.