But I don’t know them anymore.
You were the image in my head when I was born.
While they folded into each others mouths
Dropping stained teeth on the floor.
Then, I saw you in the park when I was four.
You burned like a cathedral door.
I went back to where you stood, when I was five,
All the trees leaned into windows now.
Dripping stained glass in my eyes.
Then, you touched me on the arm when I was nine.
My fingernails cracked with colored lines.
And I used that hand to write until I died
You walked me back into the bar
Each new hair dancing with lice.
There were people at the bar where I was born But I don’t know them anymore. You were the image in my head when I was born. While they folded into each others mouths Dropping stained teeth on the floor. Then, I saw you in the park when I was four. You burned like a cathedral door. I went back to where you stood, when I was five, All the trees leaned into windows now. Dripping stained glass in my eyes. Then, you touched me on the arm when I was nine. My fingernails cracked with colored lines. And I used that hand to write until I died You walked me back into the bar Each new hair dancing with lice. Explain Request ×
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