We all wear clothes,
and lick our lips
against the cold.
As a child things close
with a ziplock zip, and grass
made you a woodland nymph.
A sentiment arises on the first
day of school—and you say: never
let me go or let me go at once—
With a stubborn tug
in the passionate bones
long gone by lunch
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
We all wear clothes,
and lick our lips
against the cold.
As a child things close
with a ziplock zip, and grass
made you a woodland nymph.
A sentiment arises on the first
day of school—and you say: never
let me go or let me go at once—
With a stubborn tug
in the passionate bones
long gone by lunch
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