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dimetradon dinosaurs still wander across that pastel plain.
twigs are still in my hair, my fingers are still braided.
All I can do is wait for eve to come back and un-learn all of that knowledge
that is unnecessary in a clean clean garden
she lives, she lives inside of that girl who keeps missing ribs.
she is speaking to me with her eyes closed, tucked underneath my scapula,
and idea too holy to be spoken out loud, too be acted on, to be dirtied with petty
words. time will make her face learn the subtlety of a love that needs only to sit in a waiting room,
hands being held in between the plastic chairs as the sad tirade of patients wander
in and out holding phantom limbs.
until then, i nurse my all my limbs that hold their place and that girl is me,
we wait together, watching our bodies act out the comic display of distance,
and misplaced steps, and ballroom dancing in a still room.
but we stand still, and love stays with us.
twigs are still in my hair, my fingers are still braided.
All I can do is wait for eve to come back and un-learn all of that knowledge
that is unnecessary in a clean clean garden
she lives, she lives inside of that girl who keeps missing ribs.
she is speaking to me with her eyes closed, tucked underneath my scapula,
and idea too holy to be spoken out loud, too be acted on, to be dirtied with petty
words. time will make her face learn the subtlety of a love that needs only to sit in a waiting room,
hands being held in between the plastic chairs as the sad tirade of patients wander
in and out holding phantom limbs.
until then, i nurse my all my limbs that hold their place and that girl is me,
we wait together, watching our bodies act out the comic display of distance,
and misplaced steps, and ballroom dancing in a still room.
but we stand still, and love stays with us.