i'm goin to heaven in a ground pea shell

[juliatherese]

I. as my father's furious voice challenged ceilings i recalled that i mirror his smile.

II. kisses are no longer experiments, and our laughter's run into a song.
i'd been travelling lines in his palm for miles when i noticed they weren't my own.

{it might be nice to whisper threes or fours,
but for now i'll ride my bike and introduce myself to tuesday.}