Together to rip off the band-aid with you
To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict
Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child
The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became
Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad
Heal for me
A Prisoner, I
Self-imposed, quite happily
Ever so content
This white, gauzy space
These creatures roaming freely
Singing hardwood floors
A Caretaker, I
As a child, earnest
As a late-day water lily bloom
As a hopeless romantic
Thrive despite the shallow
Give the coolest shelter
Live to love and fight
To be free from such rules
To grow in the coming dark
To rise from it all each day
Shine spilled everywhere
Once again, I’m left to grow
A beautiful mess
All I ask of authenticity, as I swirl it across my palette
Simply this: Stop tasting as nostalgia might
Some genteel trip down memory lane
A life my children cannot revel in having once lived
Become balanced again, more perfect in this place
Tannins, stripped away
Smooth-sweetness, shine through
No reason my heart ought beat
Save you, who saves me
From nothingness, thinks me something
From absence, brings me present
No reason, no logic
But perfect sense
One would ask, “Wouldn’t it be lovely?”
Driving down gridded streets that sometimes wound East, then South.
Thinking of shutters painted contrasting colors, or perhaps altogether removed.
One imagines children’s summertime voices.
Carefree and popsicle glee, front sidewalks their territory.
As it should be.
One seems perfect there.
Small and yellow, with miles and miles of welcome.
Surely big enough for whatever weather.