jaded
you danced through my head
today at work a man leaned
over and spit on the floor he
doesn’t live anywhere
not the same smile as years
ago my hair curled over my
ears and shined white my
feet with golden sandals
my wings i flew mouth would
smile wet and red baby kisses
skin was smooth, stark white
but not now the rag smears
spit in circles as an arid smile
spreads across my face, dull
touched no more by the hands
of gods, scabs, not scars
hands now grow cold, lines fold
crack to deep set creases fingers
callous hair courser now, darker
knees heal, scabs are now
scars
PIEFOLK 