And she doesn’t feel anything
About losing the color
In her big eyes,
They don’t function well anyway,
And she sees
What she doesn’t want to see.
What agony to know
The underbelly of the underneath,
Everything is warm and desirous
And hidden.
The are secrets
That mothers knew
But never dared to speak of,
And the children learn
That running through the woods
Can get them killed
Or worse.
I wander in the grown-up world
Like a kid with an old encyclopedia
Turned to the section
“Reformed,”
Not understanding the words,
Like a deaf-mute to the old ways,
I try to use this
To forge a new way,
But there are plenty of lonely nights
And briar patches
To navigate,
And I get so tired.
But she is dying
Behind the green-less eyes,
And it’s my job
To save her.
Leave me alone,
And I will make it,
I’m sure of my skills
And courage.
I just hope I haven’t run out of
Time.
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