I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter
Tag: finding my way home
metaphor
I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”
the way home
“The house was quiet and the night was calm”
~ Wallace Stevens
rich
hide and go seek in her greenhouse
pots of iris and gladiola bulbs
the air was thick and rich
with the scent of dirt
morning fuel
“There’s a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milk shake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.”
~
Licht Years 