Underneath it all the poem
Your head
Between two pillows
I said you
You slept like a hamburger
And you idolized Emily Dickinson
It's the only thing that was ever remarkable about me to you
And said when I was 2 that I would be a poet.
In a night and a shove and the pinches,
Pulled hair
And unexplained black eyes
5th grade principals office
I was horrified that I couldn't be like the other kids because the words
We're trapped so far in the pit of me
You couldn't hear a dime hit the bottom.
I saw the words glistening gliding across the page
Sliding in the air
Decorating my four poster bed
With the pink canopy
And the beatings with the belt
I wear my heart so far within my heart
It bleeds words.
