vespers

I didn't know how it would go, being perfect and skipping everything in between, sleeping without wrinkling the sheets, being precise when I answered questions, and saying "I'm sorry" when you asked me why I'd got up and left  so fast. I expected Iguazu Falls raining down at my doorsteps asking me why I hadn't gotten everything right, right up until now, why I hadn't been the person, my mother always thought I'd be. But I was trying, wearing pearls around my neck like a collar, speaking in tongues, and wrapping my wrists in silver, gold, shiny like I meant business, shiny like I was making more than my weight in salt. So, left wondering, skittering across the stoop the water from a million waterfalls reminded me to be sure I kept at,  perfect lines turn into perfect shapes, no more of this monkeying around with what the whole world  had crafted me to be.

Oceanfront (by gardenofverses)