Against a wintry sun.
Parallels crossed and I found myself
Just a little bit behind.
I marveled at her beauty and the grace
In every stride.
How beautiful I was, from a distance.
How wise I appeared,
When my mouth was shut.
She stood against a backdrop
Of the virgin forest,
And had the good sense to run from me.
She vanished into forever
In the order of Melchizedek.
I wrote a poem for her in the snow—
The best one I’d ever dreamed of.
It melted into the ground with her
As the skin peeled off my leg.
I wondered that it didn’t hurt.
I never even felt it,
But detached beneath the old,
So baby soft,
And pink, and new,
Was my new self,
Never to lag again.
-jenn long
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