Sight
Short, smart, shy, and quixotic
Squinting, straining, but unable to see clearly
Stomach drops when I see her but forget the name
Back-lit leaves glowing green on a blaze blue sky: Blinding
Love is wishing their welfare before your own
I run fast
But where can I escape it?
Towards the scripture, towards the hymnal, towards my knees
They say, in age the king forgets the wife of his youth
the brothers beaten, licking wounds, blown by flies before they're dead.
1 comment:
this is gorgeous
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