I could spend years wandering in that same ellipse Awake during nightfalls your parents never told you of in bedtime stories Entranced by heartbeat lightning as I avoided foggy eyes I was seeking a light that could not glow there
I remember the year I became alight, warding through punched walls with her candle Flames licking at my frail wrists like kittens Where she waited for me I cannot tell you, for the women who twiddle their thumbs amongst smoke in unlit rooms are the women who have shown me something about myself that was once hidden Hidden like screams woven within static and wind
I have always been the one who has to watch the doors when people come in and out Guarding entrances to homes as I watch life pass me Spinning slowly as I become separate from the air And maybe you get and that and maybe you don't And maybe there will always be two kinds of people Those who change in front of the mirror And those who don't Each meaning so much more and so much less than what we fixate upon Or maybe nothings like that And maybe i will always be the girl born too late in the summer With irises that have mystified my mother to this day And a spellbound quality to my smile that my grandmother warned would make men weep