Tuesday, May 13, 2008
From a sophomore studio notebook
So going around leaving nothing, so thinking of you.
You kiss her knees, both of them, right on the caps.
She says to you then, "You, dear, can't cut just one tree in a forest."
"Why?" You ask.
"Why not?" She answers, "Because you'll end up building a house." You brush the hair from the corners of her mouth and she laughs.
You say to her, "Be silly, as long as you feel it in your toes."
You want to touch her neck but she says, "The window's open and I can feel the hurricane breeze."
How, now and then, I find a penny, only I spit on it while waiting to get rich.
Sounds too cliche but that's what I get when so going around leaving nothing, so thinking of you.
What if my shoelaces tied themselves, or better yet, never came undone? I cut my hair and throw the abandoned strands in saltwater and somehow you love it when I cry. As if to say it will all grow back...a little, not too fast.