Hip knot Tick

Whip strip of leather you brought

Thrush to me

Wilting in the ways we are

I wear it proudly

Slung on my hip like a knot 

I look down at myself and wish I could be me

A girl in this world 

Not the girl of my dreams 

I’m seeing

The person I will be

She hides in the laughing 

The sound her speaking

I’m going to be so 

Pretty 

But I’m blind in the ways I want 

a lot of something I was

Hiding at the end of my day 

words and songs and falling in love