I’m a storm eyed gal!

I walked under the chlorine blue sky,

nursing a new knot on my sole

and exploring the thick hide of park grass.

This was back in May,

by the way.

When my friends were plenty,

when I was safe from love singing,

dead fathers,

and

the deep hate of my brother.

(I didn’t earn it. No one could ever

deserve his peculiar brand of rage.)

Anyways that day

I saw a gorgeous flower.

She was lush, pink and pure.

So I let my sore foot win

and I sat for a while,

taking in her glory, soft and white.

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