Do you remember when your arms were my home? Do you remember when you promised you’d never leave me alone? Do you remember when you promised? Do you remember anything at all?
July 29, 2014
These are the ones whose ribcage is a tangle of blackberry vines and whose spine is a bottomless mountain ravine, rushing clear water, icy as snowmelt. The ones with rubies in their teeth and turquoise in their chests, with fingertips that grow into dandelions, and eyelashes into blue jay wings.