Last 3 letters of the spring

my touch

unworried

`first time seeing clearly after years of blindness

I remember it all started as a joke

shapeshifting as a way of hiding

A very tall girl

blindsided by the spotlight

easiest thing ever

making you feel cool

my touch

unworried even when

yours…

<sinking feeling>

shallow

mirroring your broken childhood

made me feel worthless

mirroring my broken childless efforts to please a small giant

Growing up too soon

Looking up to someone who’s chasing “experience” 

foolishly worshipping the spotlight

giving up virtue

burnout days of the youngest daughter going to war for her man

I’ll mother some more

feelings of sonder

I’ll father some more

touches unworried—saudades:

for the boy performing 

longing