they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, May 04, 2009

for you.

i'd stand there looking up
at your hair past your shoulders
and at that vein on your wrist next to your
delicate watch -
the one we all picked out with you
from dad -
the one that needed a few gold pieces cut out
to fit your tiny bone structure.
and i'd wait for some signal
of approval or something i thought i needed

but soon i was at eye level
with your hazel blues
and then maybe four months later,
i could see well the deep creases on your brow
come autumn, i could look straight at your part
of blonde and brown and grey
until one day,
i grew taller than you

and ever since, it seems we have trouble
seeing eye to eye.


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