This Weird Girl

She was the most incredible dream
But then I woke up
Now she’s a memory
A gift box, tied up

Warm, pink cheeks, she looked at me
When I spoke, she looked at me
Peculiar
I’ve known her all her life
Yet I don’t know her at all

As they were stuffing my guts back in
My flesh and blood stared at me

She’s known me all her life
Yet she doesn’t know me at all

I know her hiccups and heels, and knees
Swiping and rolling
“Practice breaths” up and down
No one knows her like I do
Yet I know nothing at all

I feel like I need to put her baby memory in a little box
Tie it up with a bow, put it on a shelf
Like she was an incredible dream I once had
But then I woke up

-Angela Sundaramurthy

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