Poems from mjpwoodruff
When I say we are portable
I am not speaking of legs or wheels or wings
or even strong arms
but anthems packed tight and sealed on lips...
I am 12 years old.
My dad picks me up from swim practice
chlorine hair
skin - chilled leather
I am staring out the window
not looking at...
In the will I left
I named you as the beneficiary of
My spiral-bound spine,
heir to the words
That stacked my structure
Please...