tiny again

i think you could have the gift
of making me feel absolutely tiny.
in oversized clothing
and my new, new hair
freshly washed
like duck feathers.
toes peeking shyly,
all of the colours.
the women,
we shelter our faces
but you saw me
with bare, dry skin
and the remnants
of mascara smudges.
as we stumbled through the summer greenery,
hungover
juxtaposition:
our ugliness
and the overwhelming beauty.
i am shy, love.
and you are an exercise
in futility.

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

another beautiful piece of writing, you are surely full of talent.

[Ed Hart]

i will come and look at everything you write, and look for signs of life