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I hadn't yet grown into my body
or my mind,
but I never had the time
to worry about it.
I guess I can see it now
when I keep my eyes open,
and I remember it was such a hard habit to stop
sleeping with one eye open,
and I'm afraid of going back.
I know my mind is pretty enough
when I imagine a garden
and even though it might be dying,
I'll plant plastic flowers.
will anyone notice the difference?
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
I wonder what the first thing you touched was
When you escaped the womb
Besides your mother and father
Any other family members
Doctors and other trinkets that assist
Or are given in the hospital
What was the first thing you laid your hands on with intent
Before me
A piece of a butterfly wing
Your new soft Teddy
Glow in the dark star
Newly found birth-mark
I wonder what you have seen
Before you saw me
That has made your heart, your eyes, your skeletal composition,
your tremendous amount of insides
Flutter
Go off balance
New toy that’s on the market
A train set
The cute girl in your first grade class
That you couldn’t talk to normally
So instead
You teased her
What have you heard
That harmonized with your soul
Your ghost, your physical form
Before your left ear
Caught a trickle of my sigh
Soon my voice that would follow
A gentle lullaby
Your mother used to sing to you at night
Your favorite song
I can no longer remember the name of
I just know it went
“You are my peach, you are my plum”
What have you smelt
That is your aroma therapy
Or was
Besides my conditioner
And shampoo
My old lady perfume
Was it your own soap
A pastry baking in the oven
Or was it something I find foul
Like mushrooms, maybe
A scented candle
An old Grand Piano
I wonder what you thought
When you found out you loved me
Did it bring attention to all five of your senses
Which one is your strongest
Obviously it is not your sense of taste
Otherwise you’d love me more than her saliva
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC