I slept dreaming of those brushes Triple betrayals in the faces of friends & lovers Stripped away masks & pounding at the door We’ve been in every room of this town
He walks Long through life The lines worn into his feet our filled with crusted dirt from the unseen miles Fractured vertebrae and exposed nerves (Why couldn’t I be your girl?)
He taught me to read He taught me to write He taught me to love them both Along with all other arts & learning The passages we leave for others to contemplate
Autumn colored bumps & brushes were getting stronger We could not hold up under the pressure They glare at the stranger Forcing them away, I smile less