Bows Fade Away
I am tied together with little pieces of string.
Thin frail ones, tied in little knots—
Not enough string left for a bow.
Shoulder
Elbows
Wrists
Kept together with knots.
String wither over time so another
I wrap and make into a bow
That bow--over time
Will become just another knot.
Hips
Knees
Ankles
Sometimes I think are broke
My whole body creeps and crawls--just tweaks out.
Like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Copyright © Fonda Anne | Year Posted 2015
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