Raw

January 27, 2008

White was never a good color for you.

Looking, I remember the fat roundness
as I tried to chase you down- down the hall, down the road
I always seemed to be following after you,
baby black hair.
You are no longer fat and round
grown thin, you thing, when did the color go
and the circles grow?
The cheekbones stand out now,
we start to resemble each other- the blood
begins to tell its story
I finally see us in each other
like we are mirrors
reflecting a false infinity
just as I stub my toe on mortality- mine, yours
Ahhh, God, my littlest one
you can NOT be mortal, must not be.

We thought once
we were aliens, remember?
You and I, child, you and I chasing 33 cats
and thinking one day
the ship would come to take us home.

This is the wrong ship for you to take
and you’re trying it solo, and breaking my heart.