ragdoll wishesYou and I are the same -ragdoll wishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made with feet that wander
far from where they'd like us to call home.
And they, the ones that formed us,
are the same that wrench our cross-stitched fingers
as we try to break free.
They stake claim to our fallen limbs
and every browned Autumn-leaving
rustling echoes in our souls.
We'll know our home when we've found him,
the boy they've labeled perfection,
but we'll see all the cracks in each of his tired-bones.
We'll nestle in every crook, filling the hollow,
and conceive a whispering whistle
of a swansong.