strong

she was like i was in the late hour, odd-talk
so much to say with tongues incapable of time travel
but she tried. . . she really did. . .
not a boy in the fort-house would deny her in
she came with knees scraped and a bandaid under her chin
she could arm-wrestle the wind
itís where she came from, that us began
how he, him and me started to notice her
oh you, all with your all, donít have a her
if you didnít Ďget herí then
in simple words
she made friends of enemies with no friends
she talled, blanket-tents at all sleepovers
if you were lucky
she hugged you before adulthood
if you are lost
you grew up without her and long after the last time
she kissed your face

Sept/16