Fainting Goat

Crescent moon eyes with cheeks bunched up below

A smile and laugh that creates warm swells

The small moments of interest you show

You ask what I am doing, so I tell.

You tease, I tease back — these moments cherished

I've always thought

I look more beautiful 

Just after a bike in the cold

Cheeks rosy and nose pink

I don't need no blush

In those moments

I feel like a girl 

"Am I ok?" 

I whisper to myself, 

In the mirror,

A girl I don't recognize stares back.

She looks as if she has been crying again,

Her heart breaking into shards.

She whispers back,

It must be opened,

The letter I mean. 

It must be received, 

This I mean.

Read the first line. 

See what it says.