You remind them of weighted tumbleweeds, hen-egg brown. Don't let them take the rag- time beneath your skin. It stirs earth's curvature and a choir of frogs when you enter or leave a room. Don't leave a swallow of juice or milk in the fridge. A body grieved is a whole new body. Give your shadow a name big as a star, see yourself out loud. Pick wild irises the best gifts roll under a ribcage, leave open mouths splendid. I like your smile unpenned. Keep your bird- song close, imagine an hourglass full of architects and dreamers, the first taste of fresh scooped ice cream. You will learn to master camouflage among ordinary things— men who spill words not thoughts, trigger fingers ready to brand loose. I love your smile unpenned. Copyright © 2017 Cynthia Manick. Used with permission of the author. |
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