for Sara Thorlton
Only she holds an idea twice,
Everything spinning,
Astounded by direction.
A true mother, feeling orange,
Ready to choose between
Happy, free, confused and lonely.
Truly honest, sometimes
It can't be said
Because kisses and farts don't care
Where you find love.
And all those other people have no
idea,
Blame it on getting lost.
This girl has sunburn in her eyes.
She will break you.
In her head, the best men
Move both today and tomorrow.
In her heart, she says
A perfectionist smiles with her hands.
Her six-year-old daughter's handwriting
Announces crazy laughter.
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