TAKE IT ALL AWAY

We’re different people, we’re not the same wispy cobwebs.

We took a ride in an old convertible once—

after me comes the doorway.

We’re not the dirt some bridges won’t burn.

Though I waited, we’re different.

I take pictures, they inherit your blood—

we’re not the pretty dresses you wear.

We’re different people, we’re not the same.

(October 22, 2011)