I always knew it she never told me up front or maybe she did or maybe she pulled a trick and snuck it in very sneakily
my heart collapses when I think of it why she has to be that way the wrong way, I just know it I always knew it
she sees in black and white I see blind she thinks of herself, of me Of what she knows, of what she thinks Of what she’s always thought
But it’s wrong, I just know it
We are not so different yet so much the same what about the hair, what about the eyes what about the people, how they live how they eat, how they feel
because We need to feel alike and not so unlike
As to not like from feeling unlike is to sour the bitter dough
it’s how they grew up it’s how they lived it’s what they ever knew
But it’s wrong, I just know it
she worries and she’s frightened that I’ll be wrong in her eyes but I simply see blind
I can’t erase their childhood or what they learned and discovered but I can keep mine and learn and discover that the world is too big for tiny circles and squares, sorting colors and hairs, planting statues and stairs that lead nowhere but back there