422

You make me think I don't exist
when you pull a small tree from the dirt
and plop it down right next to me,
its roots gripping its new ground.

How we'd never heard it described before
goes away when you say you'd never have known
if I hadn't sat so far in the sun.

421

Look at me from where nothing
you can put your hand on
will be too smooth.

They taught you how to cover your face
when someone's about to hit you,
and you can't remember what your arms felt like
before muted voices echoed through their veins.

420

You squeeze my neck until my face turns red
from across the room
with a tender grin that loves me.
You don't realize your own hands

I explain I must have gotten too much sun
when you inquire what's wrong,
then you release me and go on

419

I was born where how can anything be
if I 'm not looking at it
or don't feel my breath bounce off of it

Where a mirror doubles the world in size
and it's not that big,
I can decide who the first person
who ever looked at me was

418

I wish I made your beautiful
as you think you are.
I stuck me head to far out of the water
and there you were,
clean, covered in skin,
looking up at the sky and smiling.

417

The day after four years of her life,
a new train came and wouldn't take her home
unless she asked nicely

Once in grade school, she was asked
why she was so shy, and why she wouldn't come
all the way outside

Later that day, she thought she liked
the way everything moved
when she wasn't a part of it

416

Could you have done it better
now that the sun is up all the way?
You waited for its highest,
thinking it was hours ago