all of the things you remember about me:
how fast i walk, how slow i can be to speak
how my pants almost always drag on the ground
no matter how high my heel
the healing properties of my happiness
and the clear bell of my laughter through the open
window of your car
the swish of my hair on your wrist
or the spiral staircase of my hidden heart
all the things you held so dear hanging from a white door
like so many discarded, useless oceans
3 comments:
i've been meaning to comment on your last couple of posts... I love your writing. love love love it. if you wrote a book i would buy every one. well ok maybe just one or two. but seriously, if you do anything in life, please keep writing.
le sigh baby girl.
um. did you write this? RIDICULOUS. Mark it for your book.
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