this quiet stirring wakes in me the dreamer girl
the fickle one with squinty eyes and achy arms and shaky hands
darker maybe less content and restless
more alive sometimes though more free
on the edge of something always
stepping crawling inching toward the edge
a mess a wreck but beautiful tragic and inspired
mine and she begs me all the time to trade with her
to let her be the one to bake the cookies and fold the towels
but then where would that leave me
the fickle one with squinty eyes and achy arms and shaky hands
darker maybe less content and restless
more alive sometimes though more free
on the edge of something always
stepping crawling inching toward the edge
a mess a wreck but beautiful tragic and inspired
mine and she begs me all the time to trade with her
to let her be the one to bake the cookies and fold the towels
but then where would that leave me
I like it
Posted by: Jess | March 20, 2010 at 10:27 PM
i feel this!
Posted by: Terri Fischer | March 22, 2010 at 12:37 PM