(not completely polished yet)

when i was born
i did not know what to say

the world
jolts
and jostles
and the wheels turn
and the eyes roll
and the cash register dings
when it opens
and the parks do not close until dusk
and you can sit on the benches
and dream in dark green
and sometimes pale snow falls from the sky
and you can erase all the awful the dirty
and for one day everything is pure

my body
is growing
i was once so small
and now i can slip through the city
in rattling cars holding myself
close so i won't escape
i was once so quiet
and now i can fill a page with words and ramblings
can speak with my eyes my noes my hands
i was once so soft
but now if you touch me you can feel the resistance
the measure of what i let under my skin

the world
is not
known
with its hundreds of faces
waking up and brushing their teeth
in their mirrors, looking into sleep covered eyes
and its rainstorms coating our faces with
water that rushes as if it cannot wait to reach the ground
and its music
swirling around in smoke tendrils
wrapping our torsos tenderly

when i die
i will not know what to say