drifted in & out of sleep
next to your naked body, as you
spoke of your childhood spent
with your crazy mom. the birds
came alive & started
to chirp, 5 in

the morning, & all this
was necessary
because we had just fought
& i didn't really know
what was inside of you; how you
threw tantrums & felt
like a burden

because you were 
so sensitive. & you put
your warm feet
on my leg to prove
you needed those thin
pink socks, said you would still
wear them today 
if you had them--wished

you did. you felt good
in knowing you were right; just
another instance your mother
was wrong. 

07/16/2007
Posted on 07/16/2007
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