I want to show you the places
where I used to sit alone
an hour from home.
My limbs were skinny then
and you would have fit nicely
inside my jagged collarbone.
I will still take you there
with red leaves and marsh grass
if you don’t mind a curvy girl.
I am hips now and rose lips
and you would fit nicely
inside my warm body.
I want to show you the swan
and the wood and the slate; the bridge
and the things behind my buttons.
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