How can I explain
seeing myself through you?
Like, you got the German eyes
while mine, Italian.
My hair's the wood
and yours, the slowly-blooming
fire aflame.
A straight face is mine
while yours sinks in seriousness,
even when neutral.
How do I
see myself through you?
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
