Thursday, January 28, 2010

The melting point of bodies

When you found out the sonogram was wrong
You rushed home to change the color of the room
To better suit me
Before the paint could dry
The water broke

I was painted the color of the walls
By the time I took my first breath
You greeted me
Treated me like
The prince I never was

You taught me how to make things with my hands
How to break the extra ridges off the moon
When I cried
Because it looked
More like the sun

I found myself back in the room
Where the paint never fully dried
And with my fingertip
Wrote the name
You left me

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