Wednesday, July 18, 2012


I felt damp and sticky,
like you were holding me
in your cupped hands and breathing.

But then, when I scampered out barefoot
in the rain, I skittered like a chicken
as the thunder crashed, and covered my ears.

Girlishly. Laugh at me.
Feet in wet grass, on slick stone.
And lightening on the ocean.

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