I remember the first time I got angry
I ran from the kitchen table through the living room
and to the foyer
where I tackled my sister.
One time, I bit her
because she was annoying me.
I sometimes am mad.
But I can be happy, too.
When I received my first kiss -
a peck on my lips -
it was so beautifully simple.
When I french kissed my future husband,
I melted in my shoes, inside my socks. My heart
swelled and I felt like I was becoming bigger.
In between these moments is who I am.
I am more than a kiss I've received
or a hand I've held in the movies.
I am the girl who sits silently and looks
at the cracks and spaces in between the bricks
across the way. My thoughts travel on waves
of perfectly transluscent colors,
sweeping the horizon and cleaning
what once was there.
In between those moments
is who I am. The in