A Girl of Thirteen Summers

Sitting in a chair next to a vacant street
Strapped, eyes forced open by 
Coat hangers (my coats line the yard)
Hands that resemble an older man’s
Bound and lifeless, bloodless
Beads upon my brow drip past my eyes
For seconds I’m blind, and then 
The vacant road again; I can feel 
The breathing of those once here
I can almost make out the halos 
Of dusty cars in their dusty parking spaces
But it begins to rain, and the rope 
Gets lame but I cannot move (refuse to)
-I’ve waited.
I’ve waited all year for the summer,
For the rains to stop, for a ship to come
“I’d love a southern boy”,
I’d love a southern girl.
And until then-
Until her sun-for-eyes melt my unwillingness,
For horses running towards a glistening stream
For flower children skipping around crackling bonfires 
I’d catch her in our moment, right when 
The last raindrops falls, hits her nose just right
And I’d pick up my world in one unbound hand,
Realizing:
There’s no mistaking that a girl holds a season
Between her teeth, and once she speaks,
She'll release a fire, 
That'll keep me wanting, needing more.

Reviews

[DaughterNature]

This is remarkable, really good -- it definitely gets better as it goes on, maybe go back and rewrite the beginning? I definitely like the details and language you chose to include!