March 21, 2010

  • if she hadn't been sitting there
    waiting, wide-eyed
    I'd be less annoyed.
    if she hadn't been sitting there
    frizzy-haired
    reminding me that she is still
    like a child,
    afraid of things like
    bees and
    boys and
    change and
    her toes being painted anything other than red
    if she hadn't been sitting there
    frizzy-haired child who is older than me
    I wouldn't be thinking about how
    her skin is so wet
    and mine so dry
    her eyes so wide
    and mine narrowing
    she so innocent
    me so cynical
    she a new piece of 23-year-old fruit
    me a tough piece of 22-year-old beef jerky
    who secretly misses the wide-eyed
    frizzy feeling of wondering when
    you stop being afraid (never)
    and when
    your heart really starts to beat (whenever)