a textbook for girls
here she is a daughter of walled tomorrows her red feet dressed in dust circumscribe caramel cells clay-packed alleys fever wide and
here her yesterdays hang from fat-fingered ribs someone else must count each stroke shaded roman red moving with each breath of cotton faded bruise blue of pink sky yellow dog fur dry where
here her todays are rough raised woven in white-rimmed sorrows beaten on calloused stones in mudded water
the color carved from an old women's hand the color of children's footprints poured across the land
raggedy grrl · Tue Aug 06, 2013 @ 01:46am · 0 Comments |