They tell me who I am.
They tell me how to dress: wear nice blouses with bright skirts and heels, don’t mix and match…
i wrote about the color blue
at least a hundred times
I’ve always been a birdThat was in want of flock,And to roost in an aviaryWith a song in my chest.
you brush my hair behind my ear
and for a minute breathing feels easier.
i remember every time we said goodbye.
i watched the seasons change.
my hands, blue and cold,
I swear I’ll keep you safe and soundA spot inside my heart, unboundOf other passing fancies,Ready a fist of pansiesAnd lavender, waiting forYour shoes to walk through my door.Settle there, you sweet pilgrim.I don’t ask for children,No engagement ring for me.I am…
I bade her meet me atop Ninny’s tomb,
During an eclipse of the sun and moon
And kissed her soft inside a fairie ring,
Unknowing that she was a fickle thing