is smooth and straight
unblemished by the weight
of 20,000 settings of the sun.
are soft and clean
uncalloused by the mean
work of scraping by
to be someone.
Beautiful and young.
She's not yet the damage that she's done.
She puts her hand in mine,
and I wrap her in the life lines lived
and left unforgiven.
She sees wisdom in my wear,
a sage that I'm not sure is there,
but for her I'll take care to keep pretending.
So beautiful and young.
She can't know the damage that I've done.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads