He left his signature
on your skin
in a perfect calligraphy
of healing
knotted in rows of ants
sutured with reassuring words
and the enormity
of a five year tick
How you had me graffiti
his name on your breast
with the words
'he woz ere'
emblazoned in ink
Oh but you should have seen the look on his face
And the rest of us
puddled about
with snow-filled mittens
and helpless hands
restocking the fridge
in perpetual clink
and shuffle
of casserole dishes
You know he really admired your penmanship
Kathryn Ross
April 8th, 2016
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2016
on your skin
in a perfect calligraphy
of healing
knotted in rows of ants
sutured with reassuring words
and the enormity
of a five year tick
How you had me graffiti
his name on your breast
with the words
'he woz ere'
emblazoned in ink
Oh but you should have seen the look on his face
And the rest of us
puddled about
with snow-filled mittens
and helpless hands
restocking the fridge
in perpetual clink
and shuffle
of casserole dishes
You know he really admired your penmanship
Kathryn Ross
April 8th, 2016
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2016