what if I shook my head and all my lashes fell out
would that be the end of all wishes and all wanting
the end of cartwheels of bits of grass in my hair
and of crisscross patterns on my palms from sitting on the ground with
my knees pointing at you like pale chalk arrows
in the scavenger hunt inside my head
the prize is in you
the prize is you
all those little girl summer birthday parties with their
patent leather party shoes gemstone barrettes badminton
musical statues with sunburnt marble noses back then
it was always me who found the matching pieces
in the great 5000 piece puzzle
of being eight
of being a girl
because I never looked up from my hands cradling my shoebox
full of bobble headed booby prizes
so what if I did shake my head would you still
hold my chin would you still
blow away those little green bugs always resting on my cheekbones and
pick leaves from my tangled hair nodding calmly knowingly
best and secretest of all trophies
(Source: nostracapulus)
