Once you were this man-child,
Simple, selfish and cruel.
I, this ascetic adolescent
Scribbling noncreative nonsense.
Together, something more.
Not useless like one white sock.
Pathetic like a cat in heat.
Something more then now?
Better then left over Chinese food
In the bottom of the fridge?
Formerly, we were the rebels
Driving fast in your Ford.
Now years have separated us
Like a scalpel to skin.
Singly you are this big boy plagued
With asthma and duck feet.
I, the half Latino girl
With small breasts and weepy eyes.
Together, something more?
More then youthful mistakes.
In the past I would have ran you over
with my car.
Today I would stop you in the street
and say hello.
Back then you would have stuttered
something irrelevant.
Now, maybe
the words
Would flow
more freely.
Together we have learned
To be something more
apart. |
Submission Name: Supplementary
