nom she's in a wheelchair now 061230
Iren3_adler She had four legs
Of a sort
The most graceful set of wheels I'd ever seen -
And these hands:
carpenters tools -
that took her
pirouetting down sidewalks
and rolling straight into my heart.

And no matter how long I buried her
in bedsheets and dreams
how long I trained my mouth not to
sideways smile at the scent of
cigarettes and perfume
I could not shake her from my fingertips long enough
to stop her rolling from my inkwell
and straight onto my page

and although it has not been a day,
now an old name to match the new face
I no longer flinch at the sound of her voice -
just forget how to breathe
what's it to you?
who go