Thanksgiving makes me think of
soft hands
and curly hair
of fireplaces
and the silly things we believed in by moonlight
but thanksgiving also makes me think of chemo
of breathing machines
liquid lunches
IV's
deteriorating bodies
there things we left behind
the things that don't shine anymore
the things we carry are heavy
but wright makes the weak strong
thinking of you makes me wish i was older
whenever other part of me prays to be
something else all together
No comments:
Post a Comment