When I was a young girl I wondered
If I would find you. I looked in the grass,
on the horizon, where the land woke
up each day. I dreamed of your darkness,
of your hands sculpted by David, your
laugh.
I was younger then than I wish I had
been. I saw your curls in the glass
of my future, your amber eyes stolen
from the Baltic. You guarded my time
telling me that of course I was happy
once but my mother took me
/
away. She watched me for you on every corner of Chicago. Looked for your blue
eyes in the stranger she finally
married.
But he wasn't you and the penalty
was high. My youth was her batter
which mixed with gin and
codeine she drank daily.
I found you in a hallway walking
toward me. It was on a holiday
granted to me once. I knew you
before the world was made. The
glimpse of your silent betrayal
left me envying younger women
Before. I knew you
In the hours of my life at last,
When I was a young woman you
found me. I was braille, you were
soft. You left me in the tears
of another waif the dust blew in.
Caroline Shank
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
When I was a young girl I wondered
If I would find you. I looked in the grass,
on the horizon, where the land woke
up each day. I dreamed of your darkness,
of your hands sculpted by David, your
laugh.
I was younger then than I wish I had
been. I saw your curls in the glass
of my future, your amber eyes stolen
from the Baltic. You guarded my time
telling me that of course I was happy
once but my mother took me
/
away. She watched me for you on every corner of Chicago. Looked for your blue
eyes in the stranger she finally
married.
But he wasn't you and the penalty
was high. My youth was her batter
which mixed with gin and
codeine she drank daily.
I found you in a hallway walking
toward me. It was on a holiday
granted to me once. I knew you
before the world was made. The
glimpse of your silent betrayal
left me envying younger women
Before. I knew you
In the hours of my life at last,
When I was a young woman you
found me. I was braille, you were
soft. You left me in the tears
of another waif the dust blew in.
Caroline Shank
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