I would like a day that goes by slowly

Wednesday, December 5th, 2012

nothing to do or say
nothing to be

cars and bicycle bells
people with dogs that smell funny
rich babies and exotic nannies
stack like cards
pigeons roosting in crevices between elbows and eyes
throw feathers over the ledge

I would like to be colored in with crayons and kid sounds
knitted into my park bench
purled around the twenty wisdoms I know
of the curve of my lip
and your index finger

no one knows the depths of the dent in your chin
when the taxis are still sleeping
and the sun creeps its way across the floor
of unmatched socks and feet

when your breath comes in like waves
and I am the one that feels it.


By: Rachel Kang
Submitted: 11/21/12 3:28 p.m.

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