They are short and full,
curling into one another
in tears and laughter.
They speak of rolling and
tired eyes -- the events
of the day. I know
I was small then,
twiggish and sad.
My stories were matters
of fact and interest.
I was never round
as they are. Her belly
pushed me away, though
the words crossed my greatest
distances.
I was never round
as they are. I never curled
until you.

02/09/2004

Author's Note: Every other day, I change my mind on whether or not I like this one. I'm having the most issues with "Her belly...greatest distances." Feedback would be most appreciated.

Posted on 02/22/2004
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