Fainting Goat

On my sixteenth birthday.

I curled into a ball in the frayed, silk afterglow of childhood, 

Dear, that fifteen minutes, a week

less than.

all it took for you to worm your way in. 

A day. A moment. A lifetime crammed between seconds.

a bond that is a force to be reckoned with.

Intelligence is both a beauty and a curse, a double edged sword gifted to humanity.

I walked through the walls 

I was invisible 

I stood during conversations 

I stayed behind as we strolled 

I spoke a word an hour 

I laughed to be included