Geri

She dreamed of someone who couldn't quite be placed. 

Someone who flitted through her dreams and left moonlight on her pillow. 

Someone who peeked through her bedroom window and left handprints on the glass. 

Maybe that's why we are the targets. 
It's easy to ignore the scars 
when you can't see them. 
 

We watch-each-other 
watch-the-other 
through the window. 


Inspired by The Sun is Also a Star and All American 
 

if i cry in the shower 
it's like the tears aren't even there 
 

A child's delight 
in shiny boxes and bags 
hidden among pine.